Columbus

Reflections on Ambition, Literature, and Truth

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Ambitions: A Deep Thought

My ambitions were never about fame,
Your recognition is the greatest reward for me.

The good have known me as good, and the bad as bad,
Because those who seek it, only they recognize.

Life's philosophy is strange,
Sometimes nights don't end, and years pass by.

This race of life is very strange,
Even while winning, some people lag behind,
And while losing, they leave their own behind.

I often sit on the ground,
Because I like my true station in life.

The Magician of the Pen: A Dedication

Magician of the pen, you will always be remembered,
Your absence will be felt by every literature lover.

You had said, 'A villain should only die,
When readers scream and say, Kill, kill, this scoundrel.'

But nowadays, even heroes and heroines,
Are killed whenever desired and then brought back to life.

This drama continues,
'Should it be killed or revived?'
Truly, your absence will always be felt by us,
Every person who loves literature, dreams, and society.

O soldier of the pen,
Today we offer our reverence at your feet.

The Truth of the World

People meet everyone in the world,
But alas, their faces often have a yellowish hue.

A world shimmering with the light of religion,
But the city feels suffocated by the contractors of religion.

He who takes flight for truth,
Advances towards martyrdom.

He who was once a devoted servant,
Now adopts a unique style.

He donned the garb of principle,
He now flies the kite of politics.

He who speaks the truth on the cross,
Becomes immortal in the pages of history.

When I look at my reflection in the mirror,
I am surprised to see myself.

There is a crowd with Majnun at every step,
Every hand holds a sharp stone.

Now, instead of moving towards the dawn,
We have to fight a new war.

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