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Ismath Haakifa Poem
Joyful old farmers
Singing fanfares of harvest,
Before Amber drops.
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Abandoning the stars;
With a mighty wit ,
He set underneath, to the grounds.
-Ism
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Afar in gusty plains,
Moved a massive silhouette
of the sunken city.
-Ism
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The song of nature ...
A full moon sky ,
Where stars blend into constellations,
Immersed in deep thoughts
Of sorrow and delight ,is me
Sitting under a pine wood tree .
The Owls hoot their cries and
Doves their lullabies.
Composing it to a song ,
Song of the nature —is my duty .
The roots provide me comfort ,
To continue my work with ease .
The zephyr calms me further ,
Helping forgo the pain of loneliness .
The colonies therein provide security ,
Security against the gale and monsters.
With a quill in my hand ,I compose the song to be heard forever .
Yet ,only the woods —my listener with all the beings within .
No human will ever know my presence ,
For the moon and it's entirety is my only pal.
Still encouragement gushes in for me ,
Not from the folks out there ,but from nature itself .
For writing this song for them,
Who will remain as my soulmates forever ,
And protect me even after my departure,
From the uncanny humanfolks .
- Ism
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Roses are beautiful
Love is blissful
Yet they prick .
-Ism
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As the darkness overtook,
They returned back to their nests,
For a calm,night’s sleep …
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Playful little kids
Under the heavenly showers
Sail tiny paper boats .
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As I stood gazing through the windows ,
A light lit in the far way meadows .
Wondering at the sight ,
I tiptoed with all my might ,
Only to find a stranger in the isolated hut .
He lowered his gaze as I stood there mouth shut
and requested for a night's stay,
for he was a lost traveler without a way.
His speech belonged to those of high stands
and garb of those of the Grand's.
With a tinge of pity ,I let him rest
Providing him with the things to my level best.
As the dawn broke ,I hurried
Only to find him good in his limbs.
He bowed down to me and wished a hearty goodbye
For he was none other than the Prince of Molokai .
-Ism
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As I hid In the imperial snowy woods, His kiss crowned me queen
-Ism
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As the morning glory blooms,
My mind as fresh as an untouched loom,
Still with all the day's unsettled errands,
Yet dreaming to visit South Africa's Kurland,
For a week's retirement,
But a sound sleep is enough for refinement
at my home, sweet home
But this outer world ,a charming honeycomb
Indeed travelling is a pile of buoyage
Yet no one to tell me a happy -Bon Voyage !
-Ism
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