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Best Poems Written by Muhammad Imtiaz

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I Am What I Am

I am what i am 
Not hiding my tongue behind the heart
In my book , all the Chapters are easy to scan
this is what i am

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Youth Is Treasure

traditions of ages are victomized of changes
the sun of morning the harbinger of new-ages

Isolate wisdom of truth from the slavery of falsehood
Let the new blood take the steer of the Master

traditions of ages are victomized of changes
the sun of morning the harbinger of new-ages

water the body with the seeds of a character 
that stimulate the desire to achieve greator

Let your blood infused with the vibes of love
perfection of faith and wipe out hate….

traditions of ages are victomized of changes
the sun of morning the harbinger of new-ages

Isolate wisdom of truth from the slavery of falsehood
Let the new blood take the steer of the Master

traditions of ages are victomized of changes
the sun of morning the harbinger of new-ages

Sprinkle my mind with the wine of divine
opening to me the secrets of life

high time is it to be the man of time
this time , you will never rewind

traditions of ages are victomized of changes
the sun of morning the harbinger of new-ages

Isolate wisdom of truth from the slavery of falsehood
Let the new blood take the steer of the Master

traditions of ages are victomized of changes
the sun of morning the harbinger of new-ages

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The Daughters of Mother Mary

Chastity is the jewel of a girl and character ,the ornament of a woman
Exalted are the women  of such ornamentation

Like a diamond , like a precious stone 
Not to  expose , A girl of such Tone(Type)

Like a motherland , like a home
The dignity of a girl Mariyume(Virgin Mary)….

Clubs are not the places of  the Holy Frau
The trade of a girl is not worthy of a nation

Not are the sons the whore-monger of daughters!
Like a shield in the battlefield, are the sons of the nation

Character of a girl , the character of a nation
Future builder are the daughters of the nation

Spoiling a girl , is spoiling a nation
Making not marring is the Job of the belle(Beautiful) creation

Purity ,Modesty is marking up(marking up is increase value) a girl
Making her the Mother Mary of the nation

Chastity is the jewel of a girl and; Character,the ornament of a woman
Exalted are the women  of such Ornamentation

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Eternal Love

Love is sweet when pure
broken hearts are meeting
wishing for the love more


the everlasting sacredness of love
beautify the actions of us
purify the hearts of all in love

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The Judgement Day

The Judgement Day 
 
 The Shaking and quaking of earth, the splitting  and blasting of heavens 
 The undeniable promise of the Lord shall happens 
 
 Unmounting of the mountains and outbursting of the fountains 
 The signs no one will question again 
 
 Impregnating the Pregnant earth and women 
 Happening of the irrefutable Event in Sudden 
 
 Every breathing soul and living beings as a whole 
 Meeting their fate , no way of escape from the Parole(One that is Promised) 
 
 Fleeing from the Brother, nursling kid and women  
 The man, nursing mother and the husband 
 
 Deeds or misdeeds however small it may be 
 will not be left unrewarded, indeed 
 
 That day the order of the Lord will prevail 
 Thine decisions , no one dare to rival(challenge) 
 
 The inequalities and injustice, will be equalized all 
 The idols of the infidelity will have a down fall 
 
 Muhammad Imtiaz

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Broken Heart

entrapped by the agonies of the life
astraying in the bewilderment of world
hunting for trustee for my heart
the broken heart voiced from inside
in the mundane existence, no one is worthy of trust

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My Father Your Father Our Father-Prayer

My Father Your Father Our Father-Prayer


My guardian and protector, from the evils of deception

I thrive in your presence, by learning from your correction

The past present and future, you are the connection

My life has purpose, when others see your reflection


I lift my hands, to the “Ancient of days.”

Allow me to walk, in the counsel of your ways.

Accept my offering, as I give you praise.

Let my tongue be honourable, in every phrase.


I have strayed from the path, that you gave

Without you, I’m destined for the grave

To my desires, I’ve been a slave

Transform my weakness, please make me brave.


I am unworthy, I know it is true

Nothing in this world, compares to you

Seeing through your eyes, the world is new

You are perfection, in all that you do.



Some seek to find you, through the words of the Koran

Others choose the Bible  to learn of your plan

My understanding is finite for I am just a man

Help me to be humble, please reveal all you can


Fulfill my desire, exchange bitter for sweet

At the waters of baptism, we shall meet

My direction each step, please guide my feet

You give me breath, you make my heart beat.


It is another beautiful poem in collaboration with Dear Richard.
Thanks for his nice efforts in shaping this beautiful pray.

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Mother

the sweet of all hearts,
the teacher of my character, 
an ointment for my pains,
undaunted partner of my days of rain,
unflinching supporter of my aims, 
the friend of my needs, 
only the mother indeed

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Don'T Be Slave To Your Mind

Don't be Slave to your mind 

Don't be Slave to your mind
Alluring and Appealing , the desires are
Desires will play when the mind is away
Make you fall in the Blind
Don't be Slave to your mind

Don't be Slave to your mind
Illusion stairs and trackless roads there are
leading you down the garden path
In a great ditch of blind fall
Don't be Slave to your mind

Don't be Slave to your mind
Empty promises from the empty vessel
It's like, in the air, building a Castle
Reason is dying, leaving empty mind behind
Don't be Slave to your mind

Don't be Slave to your mind
Luring to heart, alluring to mind
Desires will unnerve you in a bit of a bind
Doing away with it , a challenge to mankind
Don't be Slave to your mind

Don't be Slave to your mind
Letting your reason drive your heart and soul,
will make the world under you as a whole
Don't let others control your heart and mind
Don't be Slave to your mind

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Haunting Fruit and Innocent Wish-2b

Continued from 2A


My mind drinks in the smorgasbord that lays before me

Baskets of mangos, papayas, apricots 

Red and green peppers

Nuts and dates in white porcelain covered metal bowls

Spices in see through plastic bags

A stone bowl with unusual markings holds Cayenne peppers 

I feel overwhelmed by all the sites and sounds

Not sure where I should rest my eyes

Fully alive yet blind to all that I cannot see


So I close my eyes 

allowing my heart to  s l o w  down

calm, quiet, present

becoming one with my now

In that moment from the corner on my eye

I see a poor woman with her child

Turning towards them 

I watch as she places a few coins in a vendors hands

He reaches under his counter for the lesser things

The not so pretty and less vibrant things

things that someone like me would toss away

These rotting things she places in her child’s hands

His need temporarily satiated

His is a look of thankfulness 

Her look is one of sadness and wishes

Still she wears her tattered robes with a noble bearing

Myself I feel my shoulders slump

my abundance weighing heavily

my selfishness 

my lack of need

my lack of awareness 

This willful ignorance

This emptiness

This decaying from within

So I walk towards them

Reaching into my leather bag

As I fumble for my bills I slip

falling flat upon the dusty ground

my white robes covered in dirt 

I am bankrupt in spirit and hands

Invisible except for too the eyes of a boy

This boy is now in a man’s body

He is wearing a white thawb

me I am a small child in tattered robes

bare feet, soiled face

clutching to rotting fruit

The noble woman grabs my hand

Saying “Come Come my son I have much to show you!”

The man in white looks at her and asks “Do I know you?

She says “I am no one...

He reaches into a leather bag and hands her a few bills

As he walks away, she whispers “ wishes do come true.



Note: this is the work of Richard Lamoureux on my request. I am thankful to him for helping me in giving life to the topic