The sun shines

Somewhere the sun shines a little What shines beyond the signal When new rays descend from the sky A deep night dew shines The world never calls it a river Every desert shines to shine The star is the star, dead brother Sometimes yours, sometimes mine On the palm of my hand since childhood The pure gold of poverty shines Thanks to hard work Every drop of sweat shines If it is not cut from the root Where does a diamond shine? What a spectacle of politics Somewhere the dagger shines, somewhere the spear shines Imagine being free at eight o'clock now A face shines like a ghazal.