Muhammad Bilal Poems

Pain is a reformer
a type of review a system to establish,
Pain is a preacher
whatever it may be he speaks the truth,
...

Unnatural smiles played by emotions,
the look that fools all the generations,
everyone is turning into an enemy!
The art of war in a modern army.
...

I see crowds of people impatient to assume the world,
I started to question because I never felt certain,
I learn such a vision of the streets a little more than words,
at the point where language falls away a whole lot of pain.
...

God willing, it comes deeply from my heart
walking in peace and love, I want more
a light of guidance I would rush to fulfill it.
Devout my soul I follow blindly, however
...

Nature is one, created and sustained by one,
the delight of my heart, the light of my breast,
the roots, which nourish thee and grant the reason,
that our minds cannot comprehend the secret.
...

The emperor of all maladies
your own whims and bigotry
repel the thieves and revolters
desires and wishes perpetrators
...

One short sleep past to another due,
here and there I stand for a chance,
my love is blind of the innuendo,
a natural disposition inspired with guidance.
...

The sky, a peach, the wind,
Your ears, your garden chair,
Your flowers, your hair,
A submission to His will,
...

Another passenger, an indubitable day,
the terrorists move is just another in vain,
the heart of darkness a truth deny.
A confrontation from a sick plan,
...

It sucked me first into its orbit
but the character of this predominance! ? !
No doubt it I labour to admit,
open into the fields I may return with grace.
...