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Muhammadnasir Aloba Poem
When you are lost in confusion
With your heart full of depression
When your life is tangled in mess
With your mind marked hopeless
Be aware, God's the giver of gladness
When you run after clover in fold
And you couldn't latch on it in hold
When all painted over you are scars
Even without the discerning of stars
Be conscious, God is in your mind.
When you sight your home & espy nothingness
And your connected blood are designate aimless
When you long for for an abode spruce up of rest
When the bodies in sight breathe a zest of a pest
Be apprise, God is your matchless healer of pains
When you behold your portrayal in richness
But your assets are painted in emptiness
When your bones are fashioned powerless
Don't be melt away in the ache hopelessness
Be informed, God is the giver of bountifulness
©Muhammadnasir Aloba
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Muhammadnasir Aloba Poem
In my city
No one care to know your photograph
They only noticed you as a mere human
No one care to know the malaise on you
They only notice you as fixed in vacuity
In my city
No one care to know what birthed your pottering
They only sees it as
No one care about your background
They only know you are you
In my city
No one care to know how you assume your form
They only think that is how you chose to stand
No one care to know your psyche: innermost self
They only see the sweetness wrapped in ur body
In my city
No one care to educate you on your mistakes
They only expect you, not to repeat the same
No one wanna rubberneck you gaining grounds
& they merry in joy when you fall from grace
In my city
No body wants you soar
They only want you crawl.
No one care to teach you the best way to live on earth.
They only notice you're a being full of evil acts.
In my city
No one care to rejoice with you, your victory
They only dance to the beat of your downfall
No one care to help your lacking brain
They only know you're a dullard
In my city
No one care to assist the poor
They only watch them die in penury
No one care to see you smirk
They only like seeing you in scowl mood
In my city
No one notice when you cease doing the right
They only know when you exist no more.
No one cares about others life,
Die if you will, is what they always say.
There is a big storm in my city
And the end of it is all we bessech from the mighty God
©Muhammadnasir Aloba
Copyright © Muhammadnasir Aloba | Year Posted 2018
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