Ahmad Poems - Poems about Ahmad

Speak! by Faiz Ahmad Faiz loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Speak, while your lips are still free. Speak, while your tongue remains yours. Speak, while you're still standing upright. Speak, while your spirit has force. See how, in the bright-sparking forge, cunning flames set dull ingots aglow as the padlocks release their clenched grip on the severed chains hissing below. Speak, in this last...

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No Explanation! (I) by Ahmad Faraz loose translation by Michael R. Burch Please don't ask me how deeply it hurt! Her sun shone so bright, even the shadows were burning! No Explanation! (II) by Ahmad Faraz loose translation by Michael R. Burch Please don't ask me how it happened! She didn't bind me, nor did I free myself. Alone by Ahmad Faraz loose translation by Michael R....

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A reminder to Nigerian current president, Oh ! Uncle president Bola Ahmad Tinubu, One of the  seniors African politicians who could direct the youths well not to hell.  Your honorary doctorate in political science and diplomacy will continue making sense to the African youths if you Act well not hell. Where is your senior President...

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Until the last light, I believe I shall remain, A tune unplayed, in this dreary song. During daylight and throughout the night, A moment does not part from melancholy and I. Should I leave or should I try, I know what follows could not be felt as life. Is there another song, one to play my tune? I'm driven to sing, but...

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There once was a Tree, Happy as can be. Even though this tree had no teeth, It would still play with its friend Keath. One unfaithful day, Keath never came to play. Tree worried all through the night, Perhaps he'd finally given Keath a fright! For how could it be, That Keath love a Tree. The next morning, Keath's mom came mourning. Keath's stinger had been lost, And...

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Lifted, I felt the heat of the sun. Falling, I froze, scorched by the cold. I held fast to all I had. Or I tried. I struggle to be thankful, For now, My elevated dreams fulfill me. I can say That you didn't help me....

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The lights that flare Stain my stare. How deep or true I care, Pales to your new flare. I have proven shallow, Until I can be there....

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It wasn't there. But I had it, didn't I? I'd left it, I came back. I let go, and now It's no longer mine. Where do I go from here? Where do I go from here? Where do I go from here....

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Within your arms, I feel at home. At last, I can believe, I'm not alone....

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I wash my hands with the waves That come from day to day. I look around & I see the sounds Of my love that's come to play. ”It's been too long.” I say As she dances her way To my arms, but I fall as I wake. Again, it is only I that lays in our estate....

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I jumped into a pit of fire Only to find that my legs caught fire. For sure, I thought it'd get my head Where lay this hairy bed. But wait, what's this? At last, this head of hair Went ablaze with such flair, That I'll sing atop this chair!...

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I traced along the battered spine, But it was not in me To brace along those tattered lines. Much I tried to bare the bines, As straight as I could be, Caught laced, always, in those tangled vines. Until – disarrayed – I broke, and heard the chimes. I have learned to mend, With every step along this battered bend....

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Those footsteps that you left at the door, Echo the last words I heard you say. Turning to me, my eyes meet the floor. I needed to prove myself today. Again, it was your hope that I tore. I’ve proven who I am, to your dismay. What I say, pitted to what I do, That I’ll never be there for you....

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