Long Prostration Poems

She Hasn't Killed me yet
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As commanded, Prophet Noah now set upon the task of building the Ark with the help of the small group of believers. The sight of Prophet Noah and his men constructing the Ark seemed to...

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The fat director in his piggy mien
 Sitting in opulent oval office,
 Wearing costly French suit
 A delicate silk bow tie,
 While the buttons are straining to keep
 The belly from bursting out,
 In performing...

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I wish I knew how to be wise
And have that knowing look in my eyes
Remaining silent while you nattered
As though I knew what really mattered

I’d never chat about the weather
Or discuss TV when we’re together
Always...

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This time, I sing the praise of ecclesiatical love.
  Though not esoteric, thou  followers never allow
to think it beyond the sinister bodily move. 
  O' never touch it, that is a sacred...

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Give it some time,
It is too early.
The wicked world
Will show its glory.

With its sweet demeanour,
It welcomes you all.
She shows its dark,
When you respond to its call.

It decimates the fallen
With it’s sweet chirp.
Its devours its beings
With...

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Solider of fortune are responsible to provide the real stability to pakistan among all nations of the world.
your unity,faith and discipline are real means of your glory in war.
your Prostration to Allah AlMighty five times...

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I never saw Him with my bare eyes, I pray that I shall, on one day, indeed
Through every pain and sorrow, there will be wisdom and peace, splendid.
Bare-footed subjugation with humility, declaring the oneness of...

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This patch of dirt, this womb of earth, organic 
black and aromatic with compost and 
coffee grounds, receives my 
spade, but soon my hands 
are digging there, putting roots 
in place as seedlings, kelly green...

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I was turning the bed,
knife-deep in dirt when I felt it:
that ache in the wrists
from too much tending.
And there she was again—
not in the muscle,
in the memory.

Being her friend was like this:
feeding a ghost with...

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I , being one of many , to have fallen from heavenly grace , bear testimony 
to my ungodly pride and tell my story in hopes of recompense . As if just yester 
hour ,...

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I’d just finished my fall-term exams. I felt at once both played-out and relieved.
Ever felt like just falling over? Didn’t I deserve that small treat after what I’d achieved?
No doubt our floor was dirty but...

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My views are trenchant and modest.
My thoughts as clear as day.
I marvel at the things I know
While ignoring much what others say.
You must now follow my direction
And blindly accept all I have in store
Where your...

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Small cobalt clouds on the horizon
As a dusty blue mist
Appears upon the top of trees
The sun gives all a pink kiss

Wondering is that the same jet
Streaking across the blue?
In the same place as yesterday
The red...

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O! Sickened soul, rejoice for forgiveness has come,
Eleven months of sin and dine, sawm to you has come,
O! Soul of mine, do not despair and go astray,
Do not follow your whims and desires and ways,
Do...

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I love my quiet time with you,
I love having coffee/tea together,
I love talking to you;
Sharing lots of thoughts in life;
My prostration, my worries, my tiredness,
My uncertainties and my days of enjoyment.

I love my time crying...

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That's not my elephant, the barman said, when last I went a boozing 
Then threw at me a grin filled glance, that was a long way from amusing
You brought him here, you bring him home,...

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Mokhtar
Who is he?
He is fearful, but determined. He suffers but is happy.
 Brother of a legend lost in deaths embrace.
 He loves all that encompasses change.
 Be it God’s religion that turns him into a...

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If I were A Poet


If I were a poet, I would write a poem celebrating your nuptials
I wouldn't call the moon by it's name, but call it your visage instead!

If I were a poet, I...

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The fun of this world is that my Lord is one. No mishaps or wishwashy mistakes on bending my in knee in prostration. My king is Allah and I wish to meet and greet him...

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Now there are two of us that don't know what to do,
I thought that we understood each other.
After last night I feel even more confused,
all because of one person called your mother.

Are we both gluttons...

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Hopelessly lying, in a dying bed of depression,
miserably crying, while trying your confession.
Blackening walls, and halls of a fading youth,
Gruesomely calls, of gnaws towards the truth.

Fading beauty, so snooty to those content,
wailing a duty, sooty,...

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I strike a blow,
To prove that gods can bleed,
When pierced by an arrow,
Tipped with a poison concocted from imperialistic greed,
Not a gaping wound,
Yet left alone to fester,
A bomb left primed and fused,
To end this world's...

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The stick-like drying bones of my little children
Haunt the tom-tom pulse of my heart.
Their electric bulb-like eyes drawn out by starvation's brethren
Mock our nation badly torn apart


By hunger endorsed by pitiless drought
As hope melts in...

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Tugging on my strings
Pushing me to the brink of insanity
With your endless taunts
Your twisted mind games
You know the power you hold over me
Giving yourself a grandiose view 
Of your worth to me
Assuming that my slavish...

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