Now where I am and where I am not.
The place where I am, there I am not.
Who is calling me.
Someone Tell them, here I am not.

I am the Wind, where is my land
neither this desert nor this garden is mine.

Although I am a stay-at-home
Yet from gathering to gatehering thrives poetry

What burns like a lamp on the rose petals?
Touched they were by the flame inside me.

I am a fallen star
What bad can do this Society to me?

Every moment there is new reminder
My body has become a evil pain

neither this desert nor this garden is mine.
I am the wind, where is my land
I am the wind, where is my land

-Ameeq Hanafi

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