Mohammed Nazeef Poems

When the second ticks astray.
When the heart beats away.
My soul falls to knees, weakening.
These days, time is growing stingy.
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When the day came.
The pages stared at me.
But my mind was blunt.
So the pen wouldn’t bleed.
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Yet again it is dawn.
The loud shrill crows of the rooster broadcasts.
Nay, the harsh sound of the alarm irritates.
The only euphony is the Athan (call to prayer) .
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Fresh page, my pen relates the odyssey of a soul train.
Life often gives spectacles we can barely explain.
The tears are manifest, like clouds can barely restrain rain.
Doctor, doctor please, the anaesthesia succumbed to the pain.
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He was a lad, one whom was bright.
Born in the corn fields with a transfixed first sight.
Still, rigidly locked unto the sky.
As years renewed, but for night cometh, he'd admire the birds fly.
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Whether in the depths of penury.
Or in the summits of luxury.
In the radiance of ecstasy.
Or in the darkness of misery.
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When every second beats away.
So do our souls draw nigh to that faithful day!
As the days of our lives count down like time-bombs.
Yet we know not when, when we shall be declared extinct.
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We are all distant relatives
A blood lineage intertwines our destinies.
It was peace and harmony.
We were many brothers of the same parents.
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I remember vividly; back then…
I was all glory; I had wings and so much luster.
A bright shining star.
And expectantly, I walked haughtily in a cloak of pride.
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It was a beautiful morning.
I welcomed my breakfast with contempt.
Pushed it aside.
Rebuked mother’s hands for the cause.
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