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Shamsud Ahmed Poem
Here comes Death Galloping,
To take away the child in you;
Leaving behind lust and greed;
Here comes Death Galloping in his nimble steed.
Here comes Death Galloping,
To take away the virtuousness in you,
Leaving behind a corrupt baffound mind;
Here comes Death Galloping to the corner of the barathrum.
Here comes Death Galloping,
Along the chthonic alley of the human soul;
Today HE is killed by the reformist cognizance,
Here comes Death Galloping plugging in annihilation and revenge.
Here comes Death Galloping,
The Satan riding behind to take love away;
The preserved halidom now out in the bazaar,
Save your soul do not leave your ingresses ajar.
Copyright © Shamsud Ahmed | Year Posted 2012
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Shamsud Ahmed Poem
Hollo Pollo nescient today.
Their life in a suitcase
Crosses boarders from savage soil
Into habitats - Plight untold.
Fear and accomplishment juxtaposed.
Shame and relief, young and old.
Many a promises being sold
Cloudy moonlight - your story unfolds.
Back in time with Stone Age truth
Fights for flesh
Oh ! The colour of the brook.
Heaven or hell - know not they. They pray.
New land found, years from now.
Yesterday's tomorrows lost in today.
Why change Pluto and not our fate?
Rising water it’s not late.
Good old days, let's find our place.
Copyright © Shamsud Ahmed | Year Posted 2012
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Shamsud Ahmed Poem
There is a street along the shore of our life,
This leads to solitude and freedom.
I want to walk that path for that sight.
There is a street along the shore of life
There is a house along the shore of our dream,
This lets me to my bosom’s unparalleled adoration,
I want to live and praise my existence
There is a house along the shore of our dream,
There is someone along the shore of our existence,
This takes me to my soul mates and beyond;
I want to meet that malacodermous damsel,
There is a person along the shore of our existence
Copyright © Shamsud Ahmed | Year Posted 2012
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Shamsud Ahmed Poem
Where the city’s light are sprightlier,
Dress smart, walk right;
Blind date, who paid?
Dream big, measure your stick,
Concrete all around, life - a brick!
Some treats and other tricks!
Never slow never slow,
Rare knock on the door, be quick,
When opportunities personify your future,
August summer Decembers’ cold,
Don’t let it go, be bold!
Embrace and smote your life to gold,
Let it be remembered, you create memories;
Of simple moments you hold;
The moving clock will anyway make us old!
Music in my ear I score,
Deep inside from the reminiscence store;
Holding hands young, munificent and poor,
Thickening sky, blue clouds no more;
Hardened soil, trees no more,
I am not sure of the next flight,
The weather man predicted it light!
I am on my way to the woods,
With my saga and few books,
Blissful and uphill;
My life! my food!
Copyright © Shamsud Ahmed | Year Posted 2018
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