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The Peak

The Peak
Nothing easy in life to achieve 
But only failure is achievable stress less
The road to success is full of obstreperous
I latter discovered that
 End of a war is the beginning of another 
No matter how the hindrance 
Termites built their house 
No matter how obstacles
 They keep destroying their target 
As tall a tree may 
Squirrel pursuit until it reaches the top
Continue doing your worth
Thee will reach the peak
For thee to get thy want
You must be confident 
Shakespeare has became a mirror 
Wole Soyinka symbolize Africa 
They both encounter challenge 
They keep pursuing 
Till their names are shining like a daily sun
and like a rounded moon

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Socialization

Socialization

When does socialization become sexualization?
When does socialization become sabotaging?

Socialization isn't sexualization
Socialization isn't sabotaging
Saboteur isn't a socialist
Socialization isn't sacrilege 
A socialist isn't a sacrosanct
Socialism isn't sadism
A sadist isn't a socialist
Salacious isn't socialization
Socialization isn't admitting safe sex
A satanic isn't a socialist
A socialist isn't a scandal monger
Screwy isn't socialization
A socialist will not be scruffy
Socialization isn't scurrilous
Seamy isn't socialization
Seduction isn't socialization
A socialist isn't seductress
Sociality is morality..

©® 27/12/17... Junaid Abdul Wakeel. #YoungWriter

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A Morsel

A MORSEL
This is a sweet  bitter morsel
It is very  bitter and sweet 
It is sweet as honey
And bitter as bile
A morsel  of  boneless 
But harder than skull
A morsel of honour
Likewise a morsel of disgrace 
A channel  of bliss and sorrow 
Protagonist in nature 
Likewise antagonist in career
A character of comic
Likewise character of tragic
It builds than bricklayers 
And destroyed as yam beetles, maize weevils 
In addition as termites 
It traveles miles as air does
That morsel rolls between triggers 
The morsel tasty sweetness and bitterness
A morsel kills faster than poison 
And safe faster than safeguard 
People are rotted  in prison 
Just because of it misused 
Promotion and demotion come
 The way it is applied 
People have used it to kill generations
While others have used it to sustain generation 
Some will be kings in hell  through that morsel 
That morsel will lead some to paradise 
That morsel is very vital 
That morsel  is an element of  prayer and curse
A useful articulator
Vital organ of speech 
Don't speak because you must talk 
But because you have something reasonable to say
Regretting  upon your  silence is a golden 
Than regretting after utterances
Hope you have understood that morsel?
Tongue! Tongue! Tongue! 
A sweet bitter morsel. 

,©®  Junaid Abdul Wakeel  "young writer "
10/8/17

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To a Mosquito

To a Mosquito

I confuse how long, thee wicked parasite
Shall share with me my tiny room
For how will you wake me from sweet dream?
Through thy screaming voices
That disturb my hear drum and brain
I use blankets upon blankets
But I don't know how long thy mouth is
You suck my blood all over my body
 You are disease that leads to decease
I ought to ask but man has much
Blood, which you and your families feed
On: For lunch, dinner and supper

Usualness I clap for you
Though I was not  commanded
Countless time I beat myself
When I wake up you fly away
As if the sucking was in dream
Eh you mosquito how smart are you?

©® 2/11/17. Junaid Abdul Wakeel

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Craziness Become Fashion

Craziness Became Fashion

Craziness has became fashion 
Normality has became abnormal 
Man has became madness
See that  man
Sagging like a prisoner 
Man has became madness
Wears like rags
Their wears are rags
Tore here and there like that  
Of street passers
Creatures without destination 
Craziness has became fashion 
Sexual arouse in public 
Behaving like animals 
Craziness become fashion
Eyeglasses without lens
Man has became madness
Sharing chain with a bingo
That is the man with elements of madness and craziness 
Wears like rags 
Sexual arouse in public 
Chain as bingo
Those are the elements of craziness 
That later became fashion 

®©Abdul Wakeel "young writer "  1/8/17. .. All right reserved

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Life Style

LIFE STYLE

Don't lie
He who thinks to lie for honorary
Will only be honoured embarrassment 

Says the truth 
But he who eats "dodo" banana
Will cease to say the truth

Apply equality but
He who want to uphold equity
Must come with clean hands

Show justice but
He who want to formulate just
Must not be bias

Be  a preacher but
He who want to preaches
Must cultivate the message

Be friendly but
He who want to be friendly
Must not be aggressive

Be clean and neat 
He who want to that
Must purify his and intention 

Be yourself he who want to be that
Must not photocopy because
He who photocopy has duplicate..

©®25/9/17. Abdul-Wakeel Abdur-Rasheed Junaid.

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Independent Dependable

INDEPENDENT DEPENDABLE

Independent dependable nation
Got her independent 50s years back
She is independent dependable nation
Average of her products are made in China
It was once said by her son
During oil boom that
the problem of this nation isn't 
But how to spend it

Independent nation full of beggars
Independent dependable with numbers of graduate
Dependable nation are citizens are starving
Independent nation seems a land of unease
Where a few have too much
And many none at all
Dependable nation trains graduates not innovators
Talent are not appreciated in dependable nation
Negative utilization of talent is highly welcome

Dependable nation! Dependable nation! Dependable nation!

Wake-up from thy old sleep
You are old enough to have
Thy independent grand children

©® 25/9/17 . Abdul-Wakeel Abdur-Rasheed Junaid

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Things Fall Apart

Things Fall Apart
The moon is not lighter
The day I saw the moon
The sun is not brighter
The time I saw the sun
Thee were not like this
The day I saw thee
Thee were not a lout as I saw thee before
The day I saw the tree
It's not fruitful
The day I saw thee
Thee were just a kid
But today I saw thee
Thee back an infant
But why I was not invited to thy marriage programme?
Don't tell! It's wed locked child
The I was born
The word isn't like this
But today we're
Moral has ran away
Respect has sank in an ocean
Father has flied away
Mother has mad along
Alas! Things has fallen apart

©®™™™™™ 8/10/2017... Junaid Abdul Wakeel... ™™™™Young Writer™™™™™p

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My Left Rib

MY LEFT RIB

The day thee were created 
A soul mate was made
Right from your left rib
She is your soul mate 
A soul full of affection 
Waiting for thy infection 
Affection plus infection 
To draw your vision 
And catch your mission 

He is eagerly waiting 
For the presence of thee soul mate 
Whose vessels are full of love 
Thee soul mate thy love is vital 
like a soul
Thy love is bleeding like a heart
Thy love is flowing like oxygen 

I'm waiting for thy love
Pictorial like a heart
Waiting to see your eyes 
Brighter like a rounded moon
Waiting to glance through the face
Lightening like the sun
Thy black skin like Indigo
Thy white teeth like corn 
She's eagerly waiting 
Waiting for her lover
Praying day and night 
For a true lover
Waiting for a right man
To ask for her right hand 
To make a right partner
For the eternity right journey 

If love is blind 
Then let I be a blind 
For I want is a true lover
If love is a dream 
Let I be a dreamer 
Continue dreaming of my soul mate 
Till the dream come reality 
If love is a river
Let I be a swimmer
For I want is a lover
If love is an ocean 
Then let I be a sailor
For I sail the boat to look for a lover
If love is a war
Let I be a warrior 
And save my lover
If love  is a ball
Let I be a player and be a keeper 
For I want to keep my lover

Dear soul mate 
 If thee be a root
I will be a stem
 If you be a flower 
I will be a fruit 
 If you be a snail 
I will forever be thy shell
If thee be the head 
I will be the neck
For I hang thy head
If thee be the tree
I will be branch 
For  branch we use to climb 
Eagerly! Eagerly! Eagerly!
I do wait for thee

©® Abdul Wakeel 31/7/17 
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Socialization

Socialization

When does socialization become sexualization?
When does socialization become sabotaging?

Socialization isn't sexualization
Socialization isn't sabotaging
Saboteur isn't a socialist
Socialization isn't sacrilege 
A socialist isn't a sacrosanct
Socialism isn't sadism
A sadist isn't a socialist
Salacious isn't socialization
Socialization isn't admitting safe sex
A satanic isn't a socialist
A socialist isn't a scandal monger
Screwy isn't socialization
A socialist will not be scruffy
Socialization isn't scurrilous
Seamy isn't socialization
Seduction isn't socialization
A socialist isn't seductress
Sociality is morality..

©® 27/12/17... Junaid Abdul Wakeel. #YoungWriter