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Abdullah Atta Poem
A Clown in a Class
In a class sit all the students
Cheering up for every moment
A terrible noise the students make
When a boy makes a joke shake
Bad boys let their life at stake
And then it happens;
In a class stands the teacher
Getting angry on every bad creature
When he speaks the whole class crumbles
Into a loud noise of screams and laughter
He’s like a clown to the class
The one on which the whole class laughs
He stands in the class like a clown
On his back a big black gown
On which it is written “I am a clown”
He teaches the class in every way
But they get worse everyday
He jumps and falls on the ground
With his crooked nose turned round and round
He acts as a King
And wears the crown
But he’s some old string
From out of the town
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Two branches one thin one thick
One small one long
One weak one strong
Through the night branches shake
Beside the lake
Waiting for so long to be together
But it is the weather
That is stopping them;
There love; always for each other
Making them impatient
To hug each other
But it is too far to hug
Blaming the weather there time goes
Blaming the wind their time passes
Oh!! So angry they are;
Waiting for wind to be on their side;
So they can meet where ever they are
At last! Wind blew and branches moved
They met each other At last!!!
But there was no time
Wind blew again and they moved again
Bringing them as far away as it could
Again angry they were
Again waiting for the time
To meet each other where ever they were;
Sorry for them I feel;
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Abdullah Atta Poem
Clouds Are Everywhere…
Clouds are everywhere
I can hear em’ thunder
But I wonder
Why isn’t it raining?
Lightning is striking the ground
But I wonder
Why can’t I see anything?
Darkness is everywhere
And now it’s raining
I can hear rain drops tapping
Loud and clear
It all so wet and dark
It’s all so lonely and scary
It’s getting darker and darker
When the clouds thunder
Rain gets faster and faster
Tapping gets louder and louder.
Suddenly it stops raining
And darkness is replaced by the shining sun
And Night is replaced by the mighty day
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Two branches one thin one thick
One small one long
One weak one strong
Through the night branches shake
Beside the lake
Waiting for so long to be together
But it is the weather
That is stopping them;
There love; always for each other
Making them impatient
To hug each other
But it is too far to hug
Blaming the weather there time goes
Blaming the wind their time passes
Oh!! So angry they are;
Waiting for wind to be on their side;
So they can meet where ever they are
At last! Wind blew and branches moved
They met each other At last!!!
But there was no time
Wind blew again and they moved again
Bringing them as far away as it could
Again angry they were
Again waiting for the time
To meet each other where ever they were;
Sorry for them I feel;
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Abdullah Atta Poem
Taimoor Ling
He was the bravest the strongest of all
He was the greatest and ruthless of all
He never failed nor feared the death
And the whole world followed his call
Not a tear came from his eye
When he saw so many die
He had no heart but just a stone
And yet he fought with heart alone
Every castle, every wall, every vessel
Before him fell
And his tale anyone can tell
Without any hassle
He ruled like a King
And lived like a beggar
He was Taimoor Ling
The two handed fighter
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Ever Nile flowing in a calm way
There joins that Victoria Lake
Greeting the Nile everyday
Shivering sound it makes
When the mighty Nile shakes
With happiness and rejoice
Hears its voice
The whole universe
When it tremble with delight.
When shines the daylight
Are seen the colors of blue and white
It flows from north to south
Its mouth; as big as a cloud
Wrapping the whole Egypt
Under his grip
After all it’s a gift
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Abdullah Atta Poem
Useless Battles
Those restless nights
Those useless battles
Those brave knights
Died for useless fight
Those moaning sounds
On the ground
Those soldiers laying on the field
Waiting to be healed
Those fields full of blood, hatred and fear
Pouring down them tears
When I hear them shouts and screams
When I see incoherent dreams
And red-blood streams
Brothers killing brothers
Just for a small thing
Neighbors blaming neighbors
Just for small a thing
They can live with peace
If everyone gets his piece
And if everyone helps with please
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Deep down in my heart
I remember you
Deep down in my heart
I have something for you
I think it is love
That no one knows about
It is unlimited; it is high as the sky
And it is for you
Only for you
It is the love that Romeo and Juliet had
It’s the one they struggled about
It’s the same I have for you
Deep down in my heart
There is something itchy
Deep down in my heart
There is something troubled
I think it’s the love I have for you
The way I love you
No one does
But me
The way I feel
No one feels
But only me
Deep down in my heart
There is something trapped
Deep down in my heart
There is something sad
I think it is you
Please tell me
What can I do?
To make you happy
I will love you forever….
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Haunted Valley
A cold breeze blew
In a valley in which there was no light
Only darkness and fright
There rose no sun; there shone no light
Haunted valley it was
Only moon rose with a bright light
Some clouds in the sky; some stars shining
Some tracks on some rocks
Leafless white trees; flying black birds
The one that went; about him none heard
Them trees standing quiet and firm
So big, so still
Me so impatient to go in there
But I am frightened of the dark
Am waitin for a signal or a mark
To proceed towards the valley
Am watching the valley from up top hill
Praying to strengthen my will
To finish this adventure
Without any ill
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