Muhammad Nasrullah Khan

Joined August 2020

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Muhammad Nasrullah Khan is a Pakistani-Canadian writer. His short stories are well-recognized internationally , His work has appeared in Adbusters, Evergreen review, Indiana Voice Journal, Newtopia Magazine, and many others.

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The Magic and Sorrow of Canada
Oh, Canada, what a land of wonder, A tapestry of cultures woven under. From sea to sea, a mosaic of grace, A home to many from every place.
By Muhammad Nasrullah Khanabout a year ago in Poets
If I Could Love You
Dear poet, if I could love you, I’d dive deep into the depths of your soul, I’d unravel the mysteries that make you blue,
By Muhammad Nasrullah Khanabout a year ago in Poets
We Rule the World
I live in a city where roads are carpeted, and luxury vehicles lined the shining streets, People dressed in their finest, a symbol of our prosperity.
By Muhammad Nasrullah Khanabout a year ago in Poets
Another Tree Falters
A tree once stood, so tall and proud, Its branches stretched up to the clouds, But now it falters, falls to ground, A sight so sad, so profound.
By Muhammad Nasrullah Khanabout a year ago in Poets
The Last Leaf
A lingering maroon leaf holds on tight, As if it fears the coming of night, But the wind howls, and it shakes with might,
By Muhammad Nasrullah Khanabout a year ago in Poets
Come Back Once More
Oh, Dear Beloved, come back for a while, Let’s mourn together the beauty gone. Walk on the growing grass, and chase the singing birds,
By Muhammad Nasrullah Khanabout a year ago in Poets
A Broken Branch
I’ve seen fireflies and blazing stars, The sky with flames, bright Venus afar, And the Milky Way, a cosmic sight, All beautiful, and filled with light.
By Muhammad Nasrullah Khanabout a year ago in Poets
A Lightning Pole
Across the road from my home, Perched atop a lightning pole, Sits a red-tailed bird, motionless, Patiently scanning all around.
By Muhammad Nasrullah Khanabout a year ago in Poets
Embraced in love’s Hold
Night settles softly On the evening shade, As the sun takes leave And the colors fade. Nature slows her pace And the world grows still,
By Muhammad Nasrullah Khanabout a year ago in Poets
Love — Do You Exist?
Love, elusive and enigmatic, I sought you across the seas, Are you a myth, a tale we weave, To give our hearts the hope to believe?
By Muhammad Nasrullah Khanabout a year ago in Poets
You were My Song
You were my song, I sung it with my heart, Each note a beat that echoed true, The melody, a perfect work of art, A symphony that only I knew.
By Muhammad Nasrullah Khanabout a year ago in Poets
She is a Poem of Eliot
Every night at a pub, I see her, the girl with the blond hair and blue eyes, a beauty to behold. Her gaze draws me in,
By Muhammad Nasrullah Khanabout a year ago in Poets

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Muhammad Nasrullah Khan

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The Magic and Sorrow of Canada

If I Could Love You

We Rule the World

Another Tree Falters

The Last Leaf

Come Back Once More

A Broken Branch

A Lightning Pole

Embraced in love’s Hold

Love — Do You Exist?

You were My Song

She is a Poem of Eliot

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