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Ibad Khurum Poem
My friend and I walked through an endless street
Giving each other some great treats.
Helped me in my sorrows and so did I
Enjoyed with me in my joys and guess what, I did the same.
We used to share all our secrets
We were open books to each other.
For others, the friendship was quiet a mystery
But now it's just a history.
We got apart from each other with a fight
It was quiet stupid but he was right.
That I can't find a friend like him
But i can't do anything now except to write this beautiful hymn.
It's just happened due to a small stupid fight.
But now I've lost such a beautiful possession.
I'll remember this beautiful friendship throughout my life.
Copyright © Ibad Khurum | Year Posted 2010
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Ibad Khurum Poem
Fast as lightning,
Slow as a slug,
This is how you describe a bug
Some that sit on your nose
And some bite on your toes
Some as big as potatoes
Others smaller than a spore of a tomato
Some in days ,they die
Some never seem to die
Copyright © Ibad Khurum | Year Posted 2010
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