Muhammad Nasrullah Khan

Joined October 2024

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I reside in Canada, where the natural beauty fuels my poetry. Literature is my passion, as I believe it has the power to unite humanity, bridging divides and fostering compassion.

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Your Fatal Kiss
I can't find a word to capture my sorrow, a grief borrowed from the divine.
By Muhammad Nasrullah Khanabout a year ago in Poets
Who Am I?
Who am I? Collection of bones and flesh. Just a face lost among many unknown faces. Just flesh, given a name, A name that few people know
By Muhammad Nasrullah Khanabout a year ago in Poets
My Dark Messiah
I left your land to be free of the ache, but your gaze reaches across the night, touching me softly, like the moon brushing the Nile’s dark, deep skin.
By Muhammad Nasrullah Khanabout a year ago in Poets
How Did You Die?
For most of us, life is a journey to the grave. I think we should live each day considering it our last day. This poem taught me how to hold my head in all circumstances. I like the questioning tone of the poet when he asks whether you have accepted life with cheerful and resolute heart.
By Muhammad Nasrullah Khanabout a year ago in Poets
Donkey-Man
I first learned that Ditha was a human when my father one day tested my learning about numbers and counting. "Son, how many animals are in our courtyard?" he asked me one afternoon in early fall before the winter rain began.
By Muhammad Nasrullah Khanabout a year ago in Writers
A Little Hungry Boy
I see a hungry little boy, His face lit up with a hopeful joy, He dreams of a meal, a simple pleasure, In his little world, a constant pressure.
By Muhammad Nasrullah Khanabout a year ago in Poets

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Your Fatal Kiss

Who Am I?

My Dark Messiah

How Did You Die?

Donkey-Man

A Little Hungry Boy

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