Jamster Posted May 28, 2005 For a long time I have neglected poetry and it’s fancy I let it dry like a nectar in dessert Maters of importance had many times passed My mind numb without any creative valour But a dream I had cultivated the seeds of my verse, Let me recite what had come upon me last night. Bless those who listen with open mind Whose hearts are filled with desire and hope This verse will indulge them their wildest dream Tell them our land had become free Shackles of the warlords had been broken away Cynism had given way for optimism Tell them Mogadishu is no more the murky of the world The palm trees reclaim rightful their land Embassies are filled and there is no check points Tell them the tortorous moryam and their technicals are no where to be found Hordes of holly bullets had rained on them all Like Mahiigaan in Nugaal Valley with its merciless effect They perished on the spot like un-attended herd God had destined them to hellish existence The above four shows my artfulness, I penned down effortlessly -- like Michael Angelo’s Sistine chapel The words roar like cannons and clatter like heavy gunfire They are like the vase that I catch with the nectar of my thoughts And now a word to thyself and mind Farahow, you are artful man What you have written is like child’s prose Pretence of great poet is nothing to be attempted Unless you have the guile of Virgil But you have disgraced yourself and injured your reputation You will rage many with sleepless nights You keep them up like awkward gait of Camel herder Your efforts to shine like poet had covered with dust of shame Now make your exit without an ado Or remain here and go on blether. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
BOB Posted May 28, 2005 Farah, first welcome aboard bro and thanks for sharing this piece with us, I am looking forward to your next piece Insha Allah, once again Nice 1 Bro. The sand of my motherland swallows the blood of my peers while shedding painful tears i carry my grief deep inside me behind my fragile baby flesh and beyond my jaded adult eyes the pain & sorrow relate to each other never been a child nor seen a childhood the noisy lullaby of the bullets flying by kept me awake all-night i dream of my lost innocence streets tempt you to lead a Godless life reality is far from a benevolent institution i dream to seek my stolen innocence aspire to revive my battered & bruised pride close my eyes and dream of running escaping from all the painful nightmares in my dream I see all the faces of all my dead friends and peers on my flesh appears the names of all my dead and buried relatives my innocence that was once sacred i don't usually speak of my dream fearing of things that is unseen the day my parents cautioned me from the aging wars of reality cutting the hands that feed me hoping the blood will lead me to the desert end of this Diary. May God Bless Somalia & Somali People. Peace,Love & Unity. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Emerald Posted May 28, 2005 Mashallah, me thinks both poems were beautifully composed. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
