Moving Towards
A collection of poems
Mochamad Muhadzis Ghafur
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2010 Mochamad Muhadzis Ghafur
“In the Name of Allah, the Most Beneficent, the Most Merciful
All the praises and thanks be to Allah, the Lord of the Universe (mankind, jinn and all that exists)”
(Koran: 001: 001-002)
“As for the poets, the erring ones follow them,
See you not that they speak about every subject (praising people – right or wrong) in their poetry?
-And that they say what they do not do
Except those who believe (in the Oneness of Allah – Islamic Monotheism) and do righteous deeds, and remember Allah much and vindicate themselves after they have been wronged [by replying-back in poetry to the unjust poetry (which the pagan poets utter against the Muslims)], And those who do wrong will come to know by what overturning they will be overturned.”
(Koran: 026: 224-227)
I Have Walked With
I have walked with her in the middle of a city. The street has been crowded with words. I can still hear her say love. She could not suddenly run out of pity.
However, my hands never touched. I cannot feel the reality of bask. She has gone before you ask. I had forgotten that she ever come through.
I have given her all the light. You listen to me cry and laugh for her in every night here.
I was too far away to be on the battlefield. I forget the love that still dwells. If I get back home, I will tell my sorrow to her. I will give the victory to you.
I Walked In the Crowd
Having tired of many dead-end thoughts it was a beautiful morning to meet all the colleagues.
I walked in the crowd capital city.
The sun smiled at my nose pity.
Both my shoes stepped steadily.
The shirt warmed my heart neatly.
At eight o’clock, the contents of my head started to act.
Each deadlock played its role perfectly in the office fact.
I wrote a letter to a child with a creed upon approaching the limits of greed.
That he would understands of a justice through the words of a practice.
The oath was so cheap in this journey. Even all the lens recorded the sworn ways. "I am innocent!" accused says. "I do not lie!" said the attorney.
I should warn you son; do not try this at home!
Keep writing only with your poem!
I walked in the crowd capital city.
The sun smiled at my nose pity.
I found myself lost the dignity.
The moon starred at my eyes itchy.
Let Well Aloneness
Let well aloneness. Such a dry season for the love of light hidden. Tasteless all the grief discussed. Our night sky appeared a wad of hope and fear. For life and love tucked behind the desk.
Suffer. Along the way, the wind is preaching greed and pleasure to the residents. The worry reflected in the sheen of glass windows. Today I caught laughing and crying outside the house. Like the fluttering of butterfly, wings are dusty. They die before our own eyes, without any sign of the previous universe.
Smile. Similar to that question will never have an answer. Nevertheless, they enjoy all the offerings of the world that only a moment. I still love the light that illuminates the dreamer's eyes.
Thoughtful To Think
Thoughtful to think of the universe as a creation of God, on a night where I forget all the love you gave me. My heart is too weak to carry your love, but my body was so strong to believe in the existence of God.
Millions of stars sparkling that they starred as a friend who could not hear me whining. Shine without a trace, leaving all the memories lost.
There are still thousands waiting for the morning to be able always smile to you. Without rain or noisy pavement glanced.
Standing alone among the scattered pieces of the world is the reality of irregular life without the love of God.
Children Crying and Freezing
I was driving above the floodwaters night before meeting you.
The whole sound moves faster in the cold air so true.
However, the light just stayed on the wet pavement.
When I arrived at the palace where you live, your smile cannot make any payment.
There are still seen children crying and freezing.
They were sleeping without any warming blanket or even electric lighting.
How can I laugh with you at the theatre in this magnificent evening?
Without compassion or face wet by tears. I no longer feel human.
I cannot kiss you if I remember them.
Was our hearts so blind when hearing voices over the rampant poverty?
So that the suffering is, just another piece of the story means nothing.
Was our heads so deaf when seeing people famish behind the sovereignty?
So that the exhausting is, just another glimpse of the TV news was bluffing.
There are still seen children crying and freezing.
I was driving above the floodwaters night before meeting you.
I Do Not Want To Go Back To The Zero Point.
Once my heart was glad
Light from the stage lights made me cry,
laugh, even furious.
I loved every second of time
When you see my body move,
When my lips uttered words and sentences
poured into your mournful eyes.
I do not want to go back to the zero.
The story that you do not get to say love
tucked among the twilight.
However, I stayed waiting.
I do not want to go back to the zero again.
I was never aware of your presence
that loved me but was afraid to tell.
Until love is lost with, time and age.
Solitude
God, I am not drunk, I do not commit adultery, and I do not kill people. I respect human rights and religion I hold firm. Nevertheless, I would collapse if I have sinned again because of the same problems.
It did not drink in front of me. Interactions that I had never lived been. Moreover, the battle I had never witnessed. However, I fear that time passed without change. I will collapse again if I have sinned again because of problems that are before me.
Lord, they slipped into my head haughtily. At the time, I made my faith strong. At the time, I was patience for achieving your love. At the time, the sun began sinking without feeling. God, whatever my situation now, do not ever leave me alone.
So Now, From My Bow
So now, I pulled over along with the capital's mosques.
Without time, voices went very fast in the dusk’s opaque.
God knew every movement of my bow.
My cries between the walls of night echoed glow.
Someone was dancing with the lights without meaning.
I may have acted too slowly as pleasing.
My eyes always look forward twilight reflected from city sidewalks.
The people covered their eyes as they ran after false hopes.
I watched the crowd and stopped instantly limp.
A Dime of Time
At a meeting in the evening,
I catch your eyes sparkling.
Nothing was moving around the chair.
My body froze holding the sultry air.
I might understand the love without a word and talk.
Like the season without a time.
Present with a sudden dime.
A Leaf Falls
When a leaf falls in front of your house,
I heard the scenario of betrayal.
Distrust stood tip of this eyes
When you abandon care about
The welfare vanishes of the people.
They complained in a small food stall.
Beyond measure that the dust could be a storm,
Spin swallowed whole admiration that had
They planted a firm sense to you.
Then you get to hide their laughter.
However, you forget that
Awareness occurs from the reception of the laws of nature.
God, Love, Words
I left the words to guard as every love.
That grows in the dry desert as stove.
No climate upon those realms lost the perennial.
God watered so that this story is always eternal.
The Demise
You read the demise. I felt no more premise. Even the quiets came from your eyes. No one has written loudly in the funeral bypass.
How long you could keep that silence. There is no “Aku” for the truth without ambivalence. I knew it before the end of the time because life has always climbed. It will never halt until you feel the acme or the zenith faded.
Floating into my head, your voices bear on obsolete. Reluctant on the differences I close my mind of any references. Every night through dine, his writing made admiration of mine. Apologize to me for not praying with the opening due to the president. I have delirious rainy day for the next morning precedent.
Her Skin
It is her skin. I waited in all the hints. The sign convince me blind. She was contravene of every my vein without plan. She hides after the destiny I pledged. Running behind the dusk my minds clogged in the bed.
It was my fault. To the promises, I devoted. By the ticking time, her precious paled. No longer in love, she persists the age of. Regardless youth than everything she was hold before choose. All my words have been loose.
Marrying Someone Equal
None of us had been waiting in the sadness of credo.
The black painting seem so narrow to the ipso facto.
Our white lies fly in the sky-high, but nothing more sincere than serendipity.
Way of your life passionate why, but they were careless of heaven eligibility.
I have no temptation on what you believe.
Her presence in every night was so relieve.
You got me drunk.
She got me shrunk.
God is selfish when you feel in anguish.
He gives you the grace.
He blames you for the calamity embrace.
I could stop for expecting peoples, but I could not stop for praying to God.
After these journeys of triumph, I would propose you at the closest Mosque.
The Koran becomes the guidance, my redemptive heart without violence.
Gathering, vengeance, dominance, but we did left behind all the sins allegedly.
No dear, without love nothing annihilated. Nevertheless, without wars there will be no God’s superiors. Order in prior. After married, I worry no enthusiasm upon knowledge. Belong to you; I have to work very hard cause of the pledge. For the children, I should avoid the inanity. Where should I put my faith in this worldly of insanity?
Play the Truth on the Stage On
Play the truth on the stage on. Hiding my whining before my eyes teased. I learnt falsehood beyond. Infringements I serve pleased. Without border I breakdown the order.
My tongue-tied concealed my openhearted. You see me dying with hatred. It was not seem so, my dear. As you, lend the empathy for the King Lear. That was just a play not for real.
Never in my time, had lived more banned than I do now. I am an actor without honours.
My eyes, my ears, my nose, my mouth has given you so much applause or even laughs. Nothing but my soul, I was alienated by any others. Never mind in this never land. Feel as though. I held the dignity in rough. Not the destiny I wanted to plough.
End of the show, I make my sight real by being on the spectacle. I ate the lights you thought me fights.
Ritualistic Morning
How could I leave its ritualistic in every early morning? I claimed the night. I dreamed nothing. I woke up with the conflict in a tight binding.
Wasting all prays, I then remembering of created by clay. I could not be a scatterbrain because the devils would not be nonchalant. I could stay alive in faith of war that never came to your door. Challenging your minds stood behind the hypocrisy. I am sinking down to death along the autocracy.
O Lord, I would be in His guarantee if I demand early. I was ready of judged by you, but not ready by God. Now I could win the race without any traces.
O Lord, never let me crestfallen when the sunrise began. Peoples gave me the births of dominions that I cannot stand on miry, dirt authoritarian.
O Lord, we do not imitate Europe neither America which deceiving in erotica. We built the nation in the aesthetical. Governed state without any hesitates. On Friday, we were fasting along that morning. How then I could leave its ritualistic in every early morning.
2008
Maybe someday you will find who the God is then who the Mother is.
Maybe someday you can distinguish.
What devotion is and what rebellion is –and I ask for haven to Him-.
We can only keep on and always.
Hope that the Mother and we meet the God with smile.
Rainy Day Outside
Rainy day outside, through your voices I remain alive.
No one came in the middle of that night.
I was pursuing time to get home early.
These are the works of audacity clearly.
Five times a day and I lost everything you got.
No one knows why Moses talks to the God.
Reminds me later, most people mock the low-life of being a truth.
Shock me after, the pharaoh drown you to the sea of a half-truth.
The Parents Sign
Love your parents and you will get eternal contentment.
Behind the complexity of a woman, there is a way of indulgence.
How hard to feed you to be grown up?
That was never our parents been give up.
After the God, is there anything else torturing your minds?
Your parents owe you some money but you owe them all of your life.
Can you win the wars without their blessings even in the hardest strive?
You will be immortal ones if you did just one rebellion.
Then have you ever ask them before making any decision?
Before the birth, do you remember about the pledge you have sign?
Another Disaster
The winds blew to purify their sins beyond desire.
I walked with eyes closed and prayed without inspire.
To get all the merits I let my body hurtled.
Although my worldly ambitions been hunted.
The walks of the earth worship the ground walks on God.
It might take all the scientists being aware of and even odd.
Consciousnesses letting them eagerly conclude.
I still heard the earthquakes remain include.
The blood money cannot clean the vile body.
O peoples do not call me so parochially windy.
God has warned us about these usuries.
Could you been saved from the injuries?
Ok, then I will call all the banks to give an aid for you.
It means that in the next years they must enslave you.
There are no absolute independencies anywhere on this earth.
The natures recapture all the exfoliations prior to its birth.
Yet Bandung is Exceptional.
They said it was Paris van Java.
I said it more like frozen lava.
I caught a sign of her under the twilight.
Among the stood mount was bright.
Vamoose me, though my mind rejected.
She gave me a sprig of sunshine permeated.
Heal all my wounds stealth behind the throne.
Nonetheless, my bluish bloods not on the turn.
Devoutly I let her being with another.
That was what happens to this soldier.
Our Fragments
Our active time is different. I work whilst you relaxed. Like a story of the shepherds whose brighten up with the sunlight. It created you one eclipse.
Remain ask, when an infant in the rainbow bemoan a rainy feign until breast-feeds dried. They sanctify in their heart, underneath a desk, our trusted tube.
Dried Up Jakarta
A glass of coffee blackened with the night pouring into my throat.
Red, yellow and blue skies keep in with me to duck out of every gloat.
The Jakarta bids you all kind of jobs but not the faith.
Every day is a deceptive sore buggering off the bait.
None of the weirdo denies anything come down to the plebs.
The sun remedies a history of all traverses around the glebes.
A cup of milk whitened with the noon poring over these passages.
Discover Her
Upon the cell phone, an ecstatic wave creep the ears of the dreamers.
The love has to be sleep out along the overcast day without any fears.
None of the nights pounds their souls I stand remained.
Alienated by the sounds of envious life, I still banned.
By the time of hoarse come before the truth, it is shady.
All authority interfere the weather that become cloudy.
She said to me, ‘clean it tidy!’
I answered, ‘how that could be?’
Levitated Scepticism
Found by the honesty.
Initiate by the legacy.
I mourned the loss of every independency.
They tell a story that did not empty mercy.
Then where is the Sisyphus?
I have no belief in the Zeus.
Day by day, carry off any desire.
Peoples know me as a sinner.
The Pinocchio
He mourned at his peoples.
The peoples laugh in ire.
He said a hundred days hopeless.
The hopes photograph with fire.
He made us sobs.
The sobs move in jobs.
He blamed for the peoples.
The peoples blame it doubles.
Bequest
It could be a bequest.
God announced when created it best.
Whose knowledge before and after is wise.
Without any graph, she hid along behind an ersatz react.
Sincerely, the air was so cold for her to tell all the fact.
Then he could unfasten her belly disguise.
God announced, pronounced, the whole thing chromosome.
Even it is in the microcosm!
God gives merits or punishes, and you just did the canons.
Hence, no history it could not be any bequests.
Her Deity
When reddish sky shadowing the bus her epiphany-furrowing brow of toll road.
I claim her eyes for along that afterglow. She was virulent. The passengers all remained silent. They heard the machine bloat. No one perceived the air gloat. I closed my ears clinging to all prayers I remember. A fierce haze through the windows dredged up like a thespian of the messenger. This divine girl cut acquaintance with reverie float.
When reddish sky shadowing, the driver hazard his own guidance. We were not in the right direction. A grudging map as I vanished in her soul, she graves it more. I have learnt how to obtain, but then all became ignorance. She was stronger than the azure depths of my hearten pen.
When reddish sky, her appearing epiphany did not so until the evil run after the night closed down. What am I suppose to do? I cannot pretend to be devout. I adore her sightless eyes of this gloomy journey. Deeply, a vague solace preserves the adamant vapours. Still, the dark is going to be solemn within a glamorous woe. I stopped down through.
When reddish, her russet skin pin me down to repent. Since the poems whiten, there came to them clear evidence.
The Kinescope of News
Like Eve, she went through the evasive speech.
Sophisticated voices dwell her poisonous lip.
She was on the verge of fears.
I belong to all her tears.
In the television, I trust nothing.
In her passion, I learn believing.
Like Eve, he (Adam) might enjoy the pleasure of living with her*.
Somebody might enrol tidings of film without words of weather.
She was just passionate of any satirical comedies.
Even so, we have seen all the messengers in tragedies.
Our compassionate heart was letting in for any reasons of other.
(*: Koran 007:189)
Elected Twice
He plays no more life, below sunshine, at a black morning,
They took all time; under frown cyan, he had no achieving.
The passage drowsing before fawned.
As hast legacy founding after dawned.
Scarcely, on the podium he wept.
Absolutely, once coliseum it kept.
Nothing can conduct complaint,
Without treaty, let alone grievant.
Peoples sojourn at the worldly contract,
Another shrewd people be part of distract.
He scent no more victory, of the narrow old,
They grasp all authority, with the sorrow sold.
For the music he created,
It sounds much hesitated.
On the farmland, though I seek my own dignity,
For the fortress, he established, lost its solemnity.
He was not Abraham, that would be not matriarchic,
Nor Ishmael was his son, that slaughter was archaic.
A Letter to My Dear
Here again, comes with perpetuity aghast, I find out more bureaucracy.
Thoroughness condemned all the deeds they look after ripe autocracy.
Yellow, blue, red, and yet green glow on the vanguard of our home.
Coloured by ambitions, everything distress on television by their tome.
Neither love, nor honesty, nor trustworthiness must be able to save.
I caught her lips yesterday and it is as if that she has never gave.
How could this poem be informed?
Never met her before, I admiring adored.
Feels redundant,
I heel abundant.
Should I change the intimacy?
Those are blur and no privacy.
Here again, repeatedly, the colonialism never ended,
It obscured by the knowledge at seminary redeemed.
I have to wake up, she has to realize, and they have to stand up.
Put your hand up, leave off apologize, and the nation must grown up.
Over three hundred years, my dear, no longer secluded archipelagos.
More than hundred descendants, thy tear, O closed municipal indigoes.
The Poem Of I Want To Be.
Through the Koran, I bet all my times.
Knowing Abraham, the sincerity is my pursuing.
Shall not ignorant, I array all my rhymes.
Eloquent Muhammad –pray be upon him, the candour is my chasing.
Only a Poem to Anybody
I
The window still opened, bluish sprig of sapling,
All sound bewildered, the wind blew on whining.
I lost the trace, in many way of embrace,
In her usual grace, be smoothing at race.
Bemused clock, they obscure night with love,
Cradled, crawled, cared tree is perched dove.
Too much staring at people laughs,
She runs about alone to be toughs.
The window still opened, brownish branch of seedling,
All voice bemoaned, for the rain fell in accusing.
II
In dribs and drabs, they wish to impeach,
All day long in the capital, they were sceptical.
Too much disbelievers were not to teach.
The remedy lost, in essential, I could be cynical.
To buy an airplane and to condemn the buffalo,
The supreme sky and the gloomy graze,
It rummaged flagship to enlarge the encephalon.
They turn against to be the bloomy glaze.
In dribs and drabs, glimmering newscasters,
I discover to doubt, shimmering truth catchers.
III
Tic-tac leaning towards the bed, alongside the edge of morning
Fade away as routine; clasping mindless, tedious, humdrum, dull,
None awake forwards, though sleepless for the very beginning.
She was naked, captured, the shadowy illness in photographs full.
Profound but untruthful, profane indeed blasphemous, sacrilegious
The sky murmured, the ocean whispered, knowing her irreligious.
The man said, “Its frame is perfect!”
The skin, the skeleton, the hair, and the nose is observed
The clergy alleged, “It does not reflect!”
The malevolent evil, never asleep, to lose you debouched.
Tic-tac leaning towards the bed, flanking the brink of night
Dwindle as everyday; grasping dreary, mundanely, of sight.
IV
Dilly-dally! Diluents coffee of cigarettes, a cup of regret
The cellular become globular, flattened street.
Creamy daily, cultures convert discoloured, at ease forget
Astonished phantom, be realm, swifter sweet.
Swarmed scorn on my endeavour
To be blown up.
Smiling and tearing the favour.
An abode, to which be grown-up.
V
“I will seize those eyes of your angelic soul
Regardless city air, water bloom, defined rest
In the senses of Heaven, no more words are foul.
Gliding smoked brain, I shall hope for the best.
My pate rendered love deprived of.
May your heart courteous but aloof.”
Mix-and-match clothed, attired, it is in behove.
Neither their groans, nor her mourns I am still above.
VI
Dear womanliness, I sat under the rain, remembering fragrant pain,
Until the door ajar, I could not halt the fights.
Those imminences, reminiscences, wrenched me withal gain,
The bare legs uncovered all my sights.
It was so cold, the frozen desert, unfolded cloud,
Arguing your idioms, all became darkest proud.
I stitched the tongue by native,
Clueless poverty was very active.
VII
The Big Bang distantly to Almighty, vaguely, faintly,
They ate profanity too much and deeply.
I drank numerals completely numb,
Losing A mark at indigenous dumb.
My hand perplexed to write.
The paper lost in time sprite.
It was Hydrogen! It does Hydrogen! Theorize Hydrogen!
Probably, there was just hallucinogen.
VIII
So untold, he unlocked his thoughts, for turning right,
Therefore downed the forehead,
Letting in all the beginning bright,
I heard a song of guillotine behead.
A brave man with only one tear,
Guided God for any region,
Promised Earth, do not ever fear.
To not cursed but coursed by religion.
A Heedless Choice
Wrathless being, he consume everyday scorn,
The liveliest divine lays the honesty on his pen.
He is a fountain as well as he was born,
Everyone presume, assume he dwells the den.
No, believe him O humankind! He is mirthless,
Until the day become nothingness,
Where all the text would be vanishes.
Underneath the veiled night,
The heart-to-heart lasses chat; it has to be rich,
Handsome, or clever, get all the right.
To be equal in élan, the pleasant that be at which.
I had no gold to earring those.
Juvenile, adolescent but shock,
Clicking clock, the age was so close.
The Lovely History
Cold, sunburned
But clean desert,
Fold. Oil earned
Troops get insert.
The sands contain blood
Today for any reason,
Of tomorrow no feet stood.
The wars note worthily but treason.
It is always the wiles of the president.
How could the peoples be penitent?
West learn more peace than others,
I am in the halfway point.
East practice more silence like brothers,
The pain devils vainly anoint.
No energy for free,
Then everyone feel agree.
Intended for fossil or tree,
Still, I would breath it meant to be.
The Babylon had no clone,
It is God-fearing contemn God-given.
The Iraqi tends to be prone,
Come nearby! O 1001 even,
Verdantly, they slumber and had no lore,
Oblivion story that I could lay adore.
Have no fear my dear! Have no asleep on the hearer!
A Blind Cat at the Lab
A blind cat at the lab, meow less sight.
Purring over the floor,
Howling as if the foes are in left or right,
Wait for human open the door.
Only hear and sniff, she lives on wary,
To live solely to eat, I beseech alimentary.
A blind cat at the lab, walk on her head,
Neither the Professor nor the Schrödinger,
No one intended to bestow the leg instead.
An eager face, she lingers with no anger.
Although the three-color cohered,
She refused to die.
I gazed at her skin, forlorn covered
To be alive I have no brave to lie.
A blind cat at the lab, I leave her probable.
A blind cat at the lab, my wages are capable.
A blind cat at the lab, dead or living, it is the same in this worldly shame.
A blind cat at the lab, and she is Javanese, to the lord is devout. It is the same.
Neither A Manifesto nor Memoir
God, I need to know why I pleasant;
Of every deeds to be hurt, of every endeavours
To be futile, and of every efforts to be incessant,
As the time is endless, infinite, it all devours.
The subject of rejected lettering,
It seems, as if I could be nothing,
Longingly boundless became everything.
Therefore, that forehead touched carpets,
I learnt more and much more to kneel.
Repeatedly my hearty-faced perpetuates.
God, too many eyes look down on my heel.
Patient ears, silent eyes,
Trembling skins bodied trepidation
Of mine, there are fays.
Whole truth seeks for dilapidation.
It smokes covered glance.
I left my hands in trance.
God, but I am pleasant.
Prohibit me from ignorant!
The dew night emptied before the tears,
For a light, the Day remains the arrears.
God, as far as I know
My wish had never granted.
Fulfilled by You,
I was ashamed to vow.
The abandoned was painted.
Thus, I prayed very low.
Pleased by You,
For me there has not been,
For others I have no seen.
God, I have no longer belief in democracy, which has been supremacy; for I know it spurned, for I grasp it fraudulent, and for peoples it is improper.
I elected caffeine,
They preferred coffin.
A dead sheared for the deaf ear,
Of God, they have no fear,
Nothing but the poor already appears.
The state,
Come to be a vehicle without gears,
That is not fate.
God, the wealthy is belong to the President,
Even indolent priests sojourn at any resident,
Murky atmosphere do inhibit all the legs.
Loving clumsily for the journeys of begs.
God, comely they phoned me, “how much did it cost?”
To accomplish the title,
Society is very subtle.
I answered sneeringly, “how could the astute be post?”
A scrawny belief danced with glee and relief,
It slays all your deeds.
No sore, with ease and brief,
They gore your evil shoulder that blood underfeeds.
For now, they obligate gigantic conquest.
But they affirmatively the knowledge
Upon minuscule quest,
And bared all of their pledge,
God, I find irresistible Islam
Right before my eyes opened,
I have never been on the lam.
So why should I get my soul penned?
God, I ate what my son ate.
I work whilst my wife sate.
Neither foods nor women of the world
Would brim the eyes of my tears,
Hence, I hold my head whirled
To shape up the only matter of fears,
So that my mouth closed for any word
Of gallants, or reluctant, or chary I been.
Forsooth I believe that would not be keen.
The seventh heaven of futurity
Is only minute,
Meanwhile the earthly of prosperity
Is always cornuted,
For the truth, any humankind I will not deify.
Behove me its provisional as not to gratify.
God, for all these pains abolished, I glorify.
God, the fact is I see the poor on the streets,
I rue the time I spent to play.
It is true, in a cold night, the pauper fleets,
Under the toll bridge, into no doors, they allay.
God, for now I ought to pray,
And had no time to contempt,
They were all human being,
Still, in a day-by-day attempt,
At wealth such foreseeing,
God, for now, I know, I am obliged to beseech the Almighty.
Through the prices of; rice,
Milks, teas, coffees, sugars, palm oil, and eggs,
So please, do not be avarice.
I hope I am barelegged, that a nation begs.
For all our sakes, those slums have been never fakes.
Knowing and believing,
God, I could think such thing!
By means of to be a human being, that off it shakes.
An Iran for the Uranium
An electromagnetic lecturer said,
“Did Iran making a mistake?
For the Uranium that abundantly laid.
In the back yard that was, partake.”
For a revolution,
The change is cheap,
Bewail obedience.
For a devolution,
The amendment is heap,
Bewilder patience.
Telluric Uranium end to end their house,
Dwelt upon the land,
It pierced a plea and an ore to be rouse.
Shiite is atop a wand,
Seeming this day and age,
It has no longer bondage.
No, forever I await the Sunni adage.
As I have been, achieve a D in Nuclear,
Ceaseless weapon for I was leery, I blear.
An Iran for the Uranium once has no fear.
As Ever a Politician
This is the actual time to contempt
Everything that they reach as attempt,
Compared to the west for any effort
To convert very freedom, hold the fort.
The play is no sedate to have shouted,
That their poets merely laugh for doubted.
For what argument I was cling into,
A short day when all the spat held onto,
They made peoples on the pat and listed.
Neither she nor I have ever twisted.
To hide or to flaunt of all aversion,
The politician lament on senate.
Sordid amassers at television,
As if, the lucent tubes abominate.
Neither Koran nor the Carbon
For the next thousands words of condensate,
The truth over Koran will not perish.
As river of milks promising sate,
The devout poet I humbly cherish.
O country, which way you want it to be?
To the illusory land had no glee,
Where the sunshine bedazzled come through me-
I unfeigned learnt how to be saved by flee.
No one ever east –mystified of beast
No one have to cast, indulged vow its blast,
They stared at the moon and it waited cloud,
Every reasons of carbon dioxide,
Derisive air, but humankind was proud,
It is once to be carbon monoxide.
The Swallows of Sorrow
The sorrow is when you have no light at
Your shadowy heart is minding your head.