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Short Abie Poems

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Whore of Nights
Endless nights ,Endless days,
seems like a story in my life.
I say no,still goes far,
forbidden fruit tastes so dear.
Flesh or heart,which comes first,
tug of war decides at last.
Bed of roses,beside me,
chose the thorn to love the pain.
Am I a dice ,played by life?
or a whore of sleepless nights.


Written by Abie...

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Categories: abie, sensual,
Form: Free verse



Please Dont
A life that starts unknown,
Rests in a womb for long

Heaven & earth waits for the one,
A star that's fallen from skies

Roses & lilies, to pave the path,
For her tiny feet to tap

Sun & moon , to take turns,
Rains for lullaby ,when she sleeps

Yet,that star never shone,
A life killed inside that womb.


By Abie
Dated 29/01/2014...

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Categories: abie,
Form: Free verse
The Lost Pie
My Sweet little pie,fresh on my plate,
The breeze took its smell,down those sleepy lanes.

Church bells rang, lilies bloomed,
Tale of my pie,made my town alive.

Then came a fatty Russian,who lives next door,
Broke in under darkness and took away my pie.

By Abie 

Dated : 19.03.2014

This is dedicated to all Ukrainian bro & sis who are under Russian invasion....

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Categories: abie, poems,
Form: Blank verse
Lamentations
Calm of night, spoiled by cries,
Screams aloud, woke me up.
Death didn’t wait, came all the way,
Knocked our doors, took them away.
As sarin spread all around,
Helpless souls gasped for air.
Could see those eyes, plead for help,
Turned my face, can’t see them die.
As I clung to my little one,
Saw him breathe his last on my lap.
Wish I died that fateful day,
Wish I was born in hell than here.

Author : Abie 
Date : 13 October 2013...

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Categories: abie, cry,
Form: Free verse
Who Am I
Born from mud in an unknown womb
Called her mom as my first word.

Gentle and hard,she taught me the world
As I took my first steps out.

Up came the word,'MONEY' in my ears
Jingle of coins sounded melodies

Forget the past and race ahead
Motto of world makes me wild.

Did anyone reformed meaning of love?
Sound of money I would say.

Who am I? a question at last
Nothing more than a handful of dust.

Author : Abie
Date : 13 October 2013...

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Categories: abie, words,
Form: Free verse




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