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Shah Jehan Ashrafi Poem
Her love may cause strife
At times she remains as faithful as a pious wife
Without her you will find no spice in life
Yet she is famous to be a double edged knife
A mother she is
The care-giver and a fountain of bliss
Religions praise her declaring that paradise lies under her feet
To protect her progeny always ready to fight and defeat
Her beauty has empowered creativity
A poet's imagination becomes fertile with her entity
Sad though she had to fight for ages for equality
Some religions entitle her as being the doorway to prosperity
Wearing her veil she hides her sorrow
Her being is considered by some male-chauvinists as hollow
She was as if created to act as a shadow
Her stories prick and hurt like a poisonous arrow
Condemned to her duty she has accepted imprisonment
A daughter, a sister, a wife and a mother lie in that assortment
Consider her not to be the other
She is your partner...
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Water water everywhere
And yet not a drop to drink
The world is a coffin
And we are all busy being out and in
Compassion is out
And cruelty is stout
Tears flow with haste
Saline water is its only taste
Take heed and dive deeper
Overwhelm like a creeper
Believe in yourself
Being lies in your self
Stop feigning happiness
Happiness becomes weakness
Expose your pain
Without it there is no gain
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Trying to find myself
Is the mirror right
Or a case of split personality?
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Poverty is realised in the mother's womb
It dogs the poor till his tomb
Sucking the breast does not bring relief
Lack of food plays the mischief
The child cries for food
But many more mouths await in the same mood
Hunger is like a smouldering fire
To feed oneself is human's main desire
Luxuries are things that are far fetched
Fate brings only misery and pain to the wretched
Hardships in life make of kids thieves
Out of frustration many in vandalism find relief
To work for a decent salary is man's dream
Food, shelter and clothing hearts scream
Values and principles all fade out
The poor forgets that crime pays without doubt
Stealing for the empty stomach becomes their fate
For many life's goal is meal on a plate
Employment and jobs are hard to find
Destiny's wheels are designed only to grind
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I miss you loads…
My mum she was, kind and meek
In the wardrobe of my memories for her do I now seek
She is gone in the tomb
There she is carefree like in a mother’s womb
Devoted she remained as long as she was alive
Indebted to her sweet tender care does my whole being thrive
Her face was my solace
She was my life’s only Ace
Her shadow was my comfort
Crying on her shoulders was my only resort
Every morning she would wake me up like the cool morning breeze
In her lap all my fear would freeze
Hidden in a veil she used to work all day
From her God for us only she would pray
Where is she gone I wonder
My quest to see her again does not ever surrender
Like a beautiful flower was her pure face
My mind does not let it ever efface
Her ears were seats where all my secrets were poured
Bless her soul with peace Oh my Lord!
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Shah Jehan Ashrafi Poem
Open the floodgate and you will see
You will witness forbidden desires on their spree
Priests will be seen lying drunk in bars
Adolescents will speed up their sport cars
Kids will eat loads of chocolates everyday
Leaving their children mothers will go on holiday
Students will relax on the eve of exams
Computers will not bother to execute programmes
People will dance naked in broad daylight
Worms will fly to reach a new height
Moths will hide their faces in darkness
Bees will distribute honey to all with eagerness
Sweeter will taste the fruits which are forbidden
Open the floodgate and wonders will happen...
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I meditated till it came
Pure and free a gull it was
I wanted to catch it and it escaped
Was it my vision or a moment of trance
Flying high in the sky it was so light
Worldly affairs could not bind it
It enjoyed nature's bounty
It dipped itself in the fresh air
The depth of the ocean was no more scary
New heights it had reached
My mind wanted to attain the gull's achievements
Mother Nature had to give me freedom
My soul wanted that liberty
Flying high in the sky meant salvation
A soul mate was found in the gull
inspired by Nett's sense of meditation and struck by her gull in poem 'Fleeting Visuals' (free verse)
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Sorrow is mystical
It adds taste to joy
It is cherished by lovers
It haunts those who run away from it
It is the spice of life
Mystics treasure it
Poets need it
It is the true friend of people
It accompanies you when you are betrayed
It makes you uncomfortable to chase solutions
It destroys those who cannot handle it
It respects those who understand it
Sorrow is not a dead end in itself
Handle it with wisdom
It is a guide that lies in untrodden paths
It is a higher level of philosophy
Befriend it and it will not harass
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Unnoticed my being grows
Amidst a crowd of crows
Your eyes see me not
That's the greatest blot
Let me remind you of my faithfulness
My journey from being to nothingness
The fault is not yours
Wisdom is not in weak souls
In your company lots of fools appear
It is high time for me to disappear
All that glitters is not gold
Unfortunately about this you were not told
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A feeling that hurts
Yet it is solace
The pivot of mysticism it is
The reason of tears
The cause to live
The path to the Absolute
Yet it is a lane filled with thorns..
Saints have thrived
Others lost their identity
The beloved remained a shadow
A rainbow with attractive colours
Mystics praised it without knowing it
It is assumed that love has a form
Or is love nothingness in itself
Lovers feel proud to possess it
Yet it escapes like the unfaithful shadow
Chase me it says
Hold me in your palm if you have the guts..
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