An Ode to Nature
Embrace us Mother Nature,
Surround us tonight,
We’ll celebrate life’s bounty
We’ll bathe in the moonlight.
The glades will fill with dancers,
The nightingales would sing,
And all shall praise the mother
For bounty she doth bring!
For lilies pure and white,
For gurgling brooks and springs,
For sparrows, pigeons, kites,
For doves on silver wings!
For flaming fields of wheat,
For apples red and gold,
For dripping combs of honey
And plenty of cedar cold!
We thank you Mother Nature
For the beauty all around!
For the wholesome air we breathe,
For the peace that we have found.
We shall love you Mother Nature,
We shall be your fearsome knights!
You shall stay this way forever,
We’ll protect you with our lives.
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Unappreciated
What merit would you boast of me?
What have I done that you have not?
My horse will always be too weak-
The runt that trails behind the dogs.
You shall never hold me in esteem
Compared to shadows of the past.
What could I do to redeem
The status I unknowing lost?
We are together, yet alone.
I press ahead, unblessed, unsought-
You stay behind to boast a life
Of medals, merits you have got.
And though a runt I’ll always be to ye
I will make my own destiny!
Destiny born of insolence,
On cost of painful pangs of love.
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Two Faced
An ache that builds up often,
A hurt that was unknown,
Desire to build a life
that really is my own.
Pain of living the lie,
It eats away my soul,
I have to keep the mask
Bound, uncracking, whole.
The wish to let you know
I am unknown to you,
Is ruled by the fear
of rejection from you.
The world cares only
For the endlessly nice,
Diplomatic faces
Are best at playing dice.
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I MAY BE REDEEMED YET
I say ‘I believe in Him’,
I boast to be Muslim,
But is it really true?
Cause whatever I do,
I can’t be rid of sins.
I do things I should not,
Mistakes that do get caught,
At times I know it’s wrong,
But my whims push me on
To make ambitious shots.
My heart is full of fear,
But my mind, it’s clear
Over rules the heart;
And plays its awful part,
Despite heart’s bleeding tears.
There are people powerful,
Who resist desires pull,
If only I could be
Their shadow, just to see
Them thwart this pull.
I maybe redeemed yet …
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Cry of the Heart
The "real world" is shallow,
The "real world is harsh,
Petty, meaningless-
Bogs me down the marsh,
Clips my wing
Breals mt#y dreams,
Drowns me not in
oceans, but streams!
My music is gone,
My muse is sick,
My lyre's unplucked,
No rhythm to lick,
Let me fly my fancy,
Let me swim my dream,
Let me sing to a world
That's deaf to my dreams!
For the bird shall fly
People watch or no,
For dreams shall live
People watch or no.
