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Best Poems Written by Mb Farookh

Below are the all-time best Mb Farookh poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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The Fatuous Philosopher


I am a philosopher
Of great mental acumen
I like to blow my own trumpet
As nobody seems to mention

While enlightening people
Of all hues, I think not twice
Morning to noon and noon to night
I love when people seek advice

Questions myriad on one's
life, future, and future wife
If their foreseen future is bad
Will better halves manage their life

Questions keep getting sillier
Till they get nonsensical
My thoughts are philosophical
But my answers turn whimsical

I love work, people love me
Results don't count, it's a game
All goes well the credit is mine
Nothing goes well, they get the blame

It's late gotta close my shop
Need food and a good night's sleep
'Morrow will be a busy day
So expect not I will come cheap

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A World Without War

The Sands of Time are
sinking,
foundation of peace
quaking,
Under the mountains of hatred
Peace finds itself
ransomed;
Human greed is overflowing,
thirst for Sapiens’ blood is growing;
Leaders on a whim are orchestrating
the wars that the nations are
fighting.

To help satisfy the egos of a few
Whole nations suffer,
as a consequence,
blame games continue;
Ambitions of a few lead to the
the folly of many;
Most wars are fought on
false pride,
A quality profuse among
Leaders of an ilk;
War is forged in leaders’ minds,
Peace takes its humble birth
in the hearts of the masses,
If peace is to survive
Past wrongs must remain
in the past.
It’s hard to imagine
A world without war,
the merchants of terror
have invested 
Trillions of dollars in standing armies,
and weapons of mass destruction;
The same resources could be invested in
sprightly human development;
Countries could focus more on
Society and peace.

Wars have been prevalent
and history a
mute witness,
yet a world without war is not a
Utopian dream,
far from it, it could be a
real possibility.
A world without war
would be a great opportunity
for society to develop and flourish;
The immense loss of life,
property, and infrastructure
is saved from destruction;
No more war casualties,
no more families ruined,
no more refugees;
Countries would focus more on their development
Instead of contending with
hostile nations.

A thought,
there wouldn’t be hostile nations, to begin with;
Where there’s peace
there’s stability,
where there’s stability there’s all-round progress;
As a species humans are not violent,
a world without war is not a far-fetched dream
if only we could revisit our
beliefs, choices, and actions
in all honesty.

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The Changing World

THE CHANGING WORLD

The age of chivalry and bravery has ended

That of sophistry, rivalry, upon us descended

Those with ability, to charm and talk, are commended

They are now indeed enemies, whom we once befriended

Where has all the love gone, hitherto, unlimited

The human greed for wealth remains unsatiated

For money, men unleash violence unabated

The rich and elite are highly ingratiated

The poor and forlorn man’s woes are unmitigated

Never were people so fearful, streets so deserted

Always under threat, somehow their lives will be disrupted

True, in Eve’s drawl and Adam’s fall, we have lamented

But Devil’s devious ways we have inherited

As peace-loving people, we too were once saluted

Today, hatred and revenge have left us demented

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The Aged Man


Aged man walks on the busy street
Beyond his ability to cross
Cane in hand, old friends he needs to meet
Delayed by rain, worried about loss

Earlier, he fell into a hole
Finding out he damaged his right leg
Good that he didn't hurt body whole
Heading to the market for an egg

In the dark of the night without light
Just then, he saw a mean dog and swayed
Knowing fully well the turn is tight
Lingering for a moment, dismayed

Managed to lose his footing on ground
Neck deep in marshy land off the road
On witnessing the scene the dog frowned
Prepared to attack but turned and slowed

Questions stormed the old man's fevered mind
Reminding him of his old weakness
Should he shout for help or wait to find
The dog's aggression or its meekness

Until the dog heard sounds of people
Viciously running towards the ditch
With clubs and sticks making it feeble
Xbox games came to mind was it dog, b tch?

Yet, whatever, it did not relent
Zeal is good, finally, it was bent
At last, he was saved from emboggment
But he never learned what was meant

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As The Year Ends


The year is ending by leaving us sad;
For all those who left us in our journey;
So let’s pray for their souls we can be glad;
Having left us, are under God’s mercy.

Those who are in this world may they live long;
prayers ever irrational answered;
Smiles, happiness, prosperity among
Other boons granted are, forever, yearned.

Let us prepare to welcome the new year;
With sincere thoughts first and actions honest;
Be eager to spread good news, do not hear
Or fuel rumours at others’ behest.

These are the signs of a patriot true;
Avoid anger if you cannot construe.

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Husband Dear


I romance you, but you romance the sparkling stone
I love you with my heart, but your heart is in the phone

I talk to you lovingly, you talk to our little pet Tommy
I ask you to cook for me, you turn to call your mommy

I question, what ever happened to our undying love?
You look fixedly at me, and wonder why I’m asking now?

Roses were red, violets were blue when we used to date
Now, rubies are red, sapphires are blue as I curse my fate

Marriage, before it, I had my liberty and was independent 
Since you entered my life, my neck has a  collar with a pendant

You never cease talking to your friends, and your mother
Over phone, when I make an urgent call you don’t bother

I know you love me, but it is for your own self-interest
Which actually means you love what is good for your rest

I know you love me but you know it is, also, for your own good
Like the goose that laid the golden eggs, I’d worry about your mood

You wish to be one of high society and take part in kitty party
To be at home and manage the house instead of being nasty

Not worrying about cooking, children, and their school
From work I return, to do your chores, again to be a fool

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Haiku



Sanity is gone
An intense moment of joy
And a pleasant shock

does make it happen
Even the most anchored man
seldom escapes it

Like spider in wait
stalking ready to pounce on
Happiness and cheer

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Awakening


Whilst at school, in the years gone by, when as a child,

Impish I was, and sprightly too, but not so sure of my mind;

Followed the old teacher’s dictum, “memorise by rote,

To succeed in life”, she said, so I got into the hard grind;


Truly, the best of my growing years, I had burned out,

Losing my sweet innocence in, fun filled frolic and play;

Coming of age, dilatorily, I realised, an axiom of life,

Nothing shall be gained, and everything lost, if I delay;


Deep in my heart, before college, I was so foolishly certain,

I was the one to have a broad, sentient, and an open mind;

Years of academic pursuit have scholastically conditioned me,

Graduate study promised the rainbow, but coloured me blind;


In the birth, infancy, and adolescence of a growing mind,

I thought, perceived, and believed everyone called me “blessed”;

Gathering my senses, from the stupor of failed endeavours,

I realised late, but for good, they had actually said “distressed”;


Rising from the ashes, determined in taking up a position,

I staunchly, believed in core integrity, and plumped for justice;

The grand old existing system, of bureaucracy, among others,

Taught me the principles I was proud of, now is my nemesis;


I know not, and care not, what predicaments and problems,

Might appear today, tomorrow, or the more distant future;

I shall forget the past unredeemed, and enjoy the present

Indescribable, nothing can dampen my exuberant nature.



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Sunflower

Bright and glowing, attired in gold
Birds sing to me, while bees kiss me,
The butterflies love mien, golden
Chipmunks relish my seeds with glee;

I serenade you in your rainbow garden
Patiently nurturing overbearing bees
Sucking on my nectar even as the bold
Butterflies compete with a certain cool ease;

Bringing glorious sunshine into your tedious life
And soaking in all the irresistible Sun power
Making you smile like a proud florist you've never been
In your garden of love, I’m your alluring Sunflower

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Wife Precious

This is the wife’s rejoinder to my earlier post – HUSBAND. Of course, both are written with male and female perspectives and are a figment of my imagination.



I thought I married a scrupulous, true gentleman,
how did he ever become a sly, conniving ‘yes’ man?

When did he ever buy me a real precious stone?
All he does is buy the cheapest American clone

My husband believes he’s as funny as they come 
I humour him all along, in front of his adoring mom

He thinks he wears the proverbial pants at home
I let him be, as long as he is willing to stay home

Not that his company is preferable to that of women
Once outside, at women he’ll gawk, men will be men

All his show and admittance of love is just a farce 
Most men are narcissistic and selfish, love is scarce

I had expressed many a time my undying love for him
He says I am a good actor, and I should do well in a film
 
He’s romantic though, but always at the wrong time
His spirits, high during dinner, are out before bedtime

Let me say the most truthful thing ever, however
The truth that takes root, lasts in our heart forever

Neither man nor woman is complete in all aspects
Only together they can be complete in all respects


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