Mohammad Yamin Poet Rhyme

The Call of Death

Why summon me so soon?
   Undone is one or the other drill
There’s unfinished job’s platoon
    I’ave not been through the mill

I’ave not met my heart’s demand
There’re desolate hearts to be solaced
    I haven’t fulfilled His Command
            There are demons brazenfaced

    There are tears to be wiped of faces
Devils of inequity and lust to be slain
        Those are devouring human races
Someone must rise for evil to contain 

Streets experiencing carnage
Brutality, fanaticism, suicide bombing
And human souls in bondage
      Cheatings, deceits and swindling

The seeds of love that are sown 
Are still waiting to sprout
     The flowers of goodwill grown
 Are for water wailing out

Grant me time O healer of pains
Let me do some of the undone
Lest God on my return complains
I’m an unwanted, unworthy son
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June Ellen Smith February 14, 2010 at 11:41 AM thank for a well written poem and thoughts. Ellen

Susan Palli February 14, 2010 at 1:00 AM so well written, thanks

Farah Chamma February 1, 2010 at 10:55 PM Mahmood Darwish wrote Arabic poetry, but I am sure that most of his work has been translated into English and many other languages. Thank you =) ALways, Farah

Farah Chamma February 1, 2010 at 1:15 PM Sensational write... the rhyme just adds more to its beauty...reminds me of the Palestinian writer Mahmood Darwish...who, in his some of his writes, speaks to death very audaciously... farah

Elaine George January 27, 2010 at 9:31 AM We don't realize how quickly our life passes until later in life when we reflect back at all the time we wasted hoping we will have time to finsihed what we are meant to in this life-time. Thank you for sharing your thoughts and poetry, Mohammad. Lainie

Sara Kendrick January 27, 2010 at 4:03 AM This is so true. We all have unfinished work to do. Satan works hard to keep us from doing what God has for us to do. Keep the creative and vision pen flowing. Thanks for stopping by and commenting on my work. Sara

Kim Hilliker January 24, 2010 at 12:54 AM Nicely written. Thanks for sharing.

Andrea Dietrich January 23, 2010 at 6:25 PM Mohammed, that last stanza sums up exellently the reason for this poem. Seeing ourselves as children whom God may have to chastize on our return home. Good way to view it! Sorry you have to "diet" yuk. I have counted calories since age 14. It really sucks but in my 50s now, it is not working as well as it used to. Food is so nice...... LUv, andrea

January 23, 2010 at 5:13 PM Thought provoking poem. Good use of rhyme to share your thoughts. I really like the last stanza--ends your poem in strong fashion. Keep up the good writing! Karen