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Ahmed Khidr Poem
My Village
When I live in the city
I always say what a pity.
When l live on the farm
I always say what a charm.
On the farm, I feel smiling spring.
Green lands, sweet swallows do sing.
In the city, noisy claxons of cars do flare.
Deafening ears, filling me with killing care.
Men, in the city are sophisticated.
With stories so dull and fabricated.
In the village, they are innocent
Honest, humble, true and decent.
Women, in the city, usurp men
With artificial faces and false skin.
In my village, people are meek
Brave, generous and never weak.
They host, they give, waiting no take
The thing they ever do is for god’s sake.
Life, there, gave me strength and zeal
Denying hatred, malice and raw deal.
I feel I am when I am there
Breathing the real pure air .
Among trees, I feel clement clime
Wishing dearly if I could stop time .
Every thing, in the village guides me to God.
The water, the air, the dust and even the mud.
Nothing in the village can destroy
My happiness, my pleasure and my real joy.
Blessed is my village, in it was I born.
My memories are kept in field of corn.
Spreading trees with cool shade and murmuring rose
Refresh me , relieve my nerves ,and help me repose .
There, I feel my mind is so vacant.
‘Cause noise is asleep and distant.
When I am far far away, I feel I don’t belong.
My love for my village, in my heart, is strong.
On its fertile earth so much did I play
With my comrades with its fertile clay.
We built houses and made a scare crow
Around which our true love used to grow.
We ran, we fell. Yet we had no pain.
We built cottages in time of rain.
Our bed was the earth, our cover was the sky.
We used to play tricks that were surely so sly
Our laughs were loud, our thoughts were so clear.
We did great feats that were too much to bear.
There stands childhood, in the meadow, incarnated.
So telling, so expressive, with its luster, so slated.
You aren’t you, someone else you are.
Said my childhood while being too far.
Forgot your village orchard? How oblivious!
City –life changed you? You are credulous.
I am still me , never changed , never tempted .
Bearing sympathy over wings so unlimited .
No, my childhood, I am still pure
I am far far away from city allure.
You are ever kept in my loving heart
In that beautiful, unforgettable part.
By ahmed Mohamed khidr
Teacher of English
Egypt / Tanta / Kotour / Kotour secondary School.
Copyright © Ahmed Khidr | Year Posted 2010
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Ahmed Khidr Poem
My heart is tender, my spirit is pure
I hate no one I love all.
I seek knowledge even if I am poor.
It is the real weapon when nights fall.
I praise justice, I detest oppression.
Every day I forgive every day I tolerate
I dream of a day money isn’t our mission.
You is me and me is you
When you give, think you take
When you take think you give.
Life is but a shadow and a fake.
Try to be as you are good natured
Try to be yourself, a real tolerant
Love peace, hate war, feels cultured.
Or else be a delf, sure inconsistent.
We have one and the same lord
We belong to one and the same father
Why we fight, why spy why hold a sword
Kill me kill you kill us both together
You are poor I am rich
You need and I give
I mistake you teach
You mistake I forgive.
Never say East is east ,
Never say west is west
Never say He is best
Say you are my rest best
A bomb is easy and fast to make
Fire is easy and fast to set
A friend is difficult and tiring to take
A brother is difficult and boring to collect
Fire fire everywhere
Weapon weapon every when
War became a nightmare
Evil is a lion out of a den.
Our smile is the same
We populate the same earth
Why do we differ in aim?
Why do we carry a curse?
Be wise and give up be humble and try
One day you will stop, one day you will weep.
Repent in hast your sins multiply
The hell is large, the hell is deep.
Think of paradise prepared for the pious
You have got a heart for you to guide
Think of the hell prepared for the callous
You have got principles from God to abide
One day sure will come we will die
One day sure will come we will meet
You will be asked, you will sure reply
Why kill, why demolish why cheat
Each sin you commit, each good you
Will be in a book incarnated for you
That is the time of Rejoice or woe
Back again for life, of course a big No.
By Ahmed Mohamed Khidr
Egypt Tanta Kotour
Kotour secondary school
Copyright © Ahmed Khidr | Year Posted 2010
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Ahmed Khidr Poem
My heart is tender, my spirit is pure
I hate no one I love all.
I seek knowledge even if I am poor.
It is the real weapon when nights fall.
I praise justice, I detest oppression.
Every day I forgive every day I tolerate
I dream of a day money isn’t our mission.
You is me and me is you
When you give, think you take
When you take think you give.
Life is but a shadow and a fake.
Try to be as you are good natured
Try to be yourself, a real tolerant
Love peace, hate war, feels cultured.
Or else be a delf, sure inconsistent.
We have one and the same lord
We belong to one and the same father
Why we fight, why spy why hold a sword
Kill me kill you kill us both together
You are poor I am rich
You need and I give
I mistake you teach
You mistake I forgive.
Never say East is east ,
Never say west is west
Never say He is best
Say you are my rest best
A bomb is easy and fast to make
Fire is easy and fast to set
A friend is difficult and tiring to take
A brother is difficult and boring to collect
Fire fire everywhere
Weapon weapon every when
War became a nightmare
Evil is a lion out of a den.
Our smile is the same
We populate the same earth
Why do we differ in aim?
Why do we carry a curse?
Be wise and give up be humble and try
One day you will stop, one day you will weep.
Repent in hast your sins multiply
The hell is large, the hell is deep.
Think of paradise prepared for the pious
You have got a heart for you to guide
Think of the hell prepared for the callous
You have got principles from God to abide
One day sure will come we will die
One day sure will come we will meet
You will be asked, you will sure reply
Why kill, why demolish why cheat
Each sin you commit, each good you
Will be in a book incarnated for you
That is the time of Rejoice or woe
Back again for life, of course a big No.
By Ahmed Mohamed Khidr
Egypt Tanta Kotour
Kotour secondary school
Copyright © Ahmed Khidr | Year Posted 2010
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