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Osman Mahamud Poem
The moon was on leave,
The stars were no more
It was not, but in the mid of the darkest night
It was not rain, but the tears of the sleepless eyes
That washed away the beauty of the beautiful sky
It was, but a night of moonless sky,
A night of starless sky
It was, but a wonderful night of the waterlog eyes
It was a fearful night for the fearless heart,
A breathless night for the breathing heart
A restless night for the resting soul
It was in the middle of the darkest night,
A night of light less sky
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Osman Mahamud Poem
Do u know what is behind my tears?
Seeing friends go and can't hold them back.
Loosing everyone around within a twinkle of an eye.
All that am left is the marks they make in my heart.
Lying down on my bed to rest only to see my eyes flow like a river.
I wonder if we build to demolish or we just create to destroy.
Why then do we make friends and loose them?
I keep on hearing your voices echoing like a melody in my ears.
I lie down on my bed to sleep and I see your faces twinkling in my eyes like the stars in the sky.
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Osman Mahamud Poem
They say we should not judge a book by it cover
But if the tittle is Souleiman Hamzah
Then I think I ever glance through
Hey man, if you can hear me out
Your yester years wasn't bad
People say it was good
But to me it was better
And I know you will do best today
As you have just been given a brand new book to continue your story
Hey man, if the pubic hair you grow today resulted from the competition between day and night to rule us,then u should be a good competitor
For you were born to rule
Even were I was a tail, you were the head
Hey man, it is not what you are chasing that I wish for you
But on what your name is written, I pray will come your way.
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Osman Mahamud Poem
Its sweeps not rubbish but the good in you in people's eyes.
It wipes not dust but your memories in their heart.
It keeps no friend, it scares them like a hungry lion, only few will be brave not to run
It does not tint, it shade you like the darkest cloud so even your shadow sees no light in you.
It clears not rubbish, all it does is clear your good company, leaving you in a glade of loneliness.
It is not a sign of your flows but an opportunity to be great.
It sweeps away the garbage of happiness,leaving the clean floor of sorrows.
It is never inn to down spirit u, it gives u an opportunity to be great, USE IT.
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A new day has been born
through the struggles of the pregnant night.
And as I sit in this serene environmen
To flip through the books of yesterday
What warms me up from the inside also try to tears me apart
It shows me where I fall and where I stand tall
It gives me the smiles just as it comes along with the frowns
So I sit here with this naked face
Soo confuse as to what to wear
Those smiles or the frowns
Then the joy became great,
As I flip to the next page
It started on a sunny day with some sunflowers
And ended on a half-full moon night,
With brighter stars
This is what everyone will hold so dear and never will let go
For the marks they created is indelible
Then tears rolled down my face
As I glance through the next the page
This is the list of missing people
Not for those twinkle stars that gradually faded and disappear
Leaving the naked skies
But for those who now dwell beneath the bedrocks
Leaving their souls in the heavens above the skies
And all of a sudden their voices started echoing in my ears
Like time didn't fold nights and spread days
Just like the elderly didn't turn old
And grow gray.
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