Mukhia Deva Ruben Poet Free verse

To Kamran

A bearded poet with
a broken spear.
No tears no hopes
still walking proud.
Your sorrows I cannot understand
no words to strong to describe your fear.
Come let me hold you while you dream
of days lost and horizons crushed.
Born at the wrong hour, 
fighting destiny.
Hold on poet - daylight will golden the treetops
in due time, and bring peace.

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Beata Agustin April 5, 2025 at 12:09 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Kamran Rashid October 29, 2020 at 5:12 AM How did you picture all that How do you know all that How do you write all that..??

Darren White September 27, 2017 at 5:37 AM Beautiful. Kamran and his ghazals....

Gayle Rodd August 17, 2017 at 9:06 AM I found this poem kind, yet daring and filled with very creative lines "..born at the wrong hour." < nice!!