Abdulrazak Aralimatti Poems

O! my self! poor self! ,
What do you crave for?
Don't you know?
The gifts of God lie,
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In the first decade of 21st century,
I worked under a fine jury.
One of the wisest scholar of the city,
With patience, compassion and humility.
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In the name of God, start your day,
Neat and tidy mark your way.
Melodiously utter your words,
Like the chirping of birds.
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Many a bards unknown,
Many a poets unsung,
Wrote poems in praise,
Of their Lord,
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On the children's day,
To the Lord I pray.
May God bless,
To one and all success.
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Zakiya, my dear daughter,
Pleases me with loud laughter.
She ascended from high heaven,
On February seven.
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O! Poets! , the custodians of the truthful race,
Explore the field of virtue and grace.

Possessives are not used for better words of praise,
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What's mine?
Let me define.
Is it my looks?
But its God's fabrication.
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In guilt, I recall my immoral days,
The days spent in insensible ways.
Down into the bottom of hell,
My thoughts did fell.
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O! Mahatma Gandhiji!
How powerful your weapon,
More powerful than,
Ever, ever made.
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