I can look for those that need a friend
Those who need attention
Those who need someone to talk to
Those who need someone tot play with
Those who need someone to understand how they feel
Those who need a pal

I look for those
Who need someone to share their feelings with
Those who need someone to share their interests
Those who want to be sociable
But are shy

I can look for those
Who need a rescue
Those who need a companion
Those who need a friend

Those who are terrified
Those who are petrified
Those who are terrorized
Those who need a friend

Those who want to frolic
Those who want to dance
Those who are frowning
Those who need a friend




I will look for those in pain  
Those that wish to rise again
Those that only want to be heard
Ignored by most and called absurd
Those who feel lost alone picked on and baited
Those who are
Those who wear a mask to hide their pain
Those who are stepped on for others gain
Those that are pushed down and can't get back up
Those who are feeling put down derived and stuck
Those who are on the brink of defeat
Who need people like me to get them back on their feet
Those who want to be able to follow their dreams
Those who have opportunity and potential that's bursting at the seams  
But are depressed and told that they won't succeed
Those who retreat from life into themselves
Those that believe that the world would be better without
Them there to burden the place and consider themselves a waste of space
Those who need to helped from hurting themselves
And believe that the life their living is on the plains of hell
Those who need a friend
A friend to help
a friend to confide
a friend to that will stay by their side
Those who need to see that the world shouldn't be a place of torment and terror
But a place they are needed and have those that care
Those that want a place where love fills the air
Where every one has time to spare to help a person in need
A place left untouched by pride and greed

Those that want to live their life
Free from those who cause them sorrow and strife  
Those that are pushed over the edge into a pit of grief
And wait for someone to come and give them relief
Those who are kicked and beaten
Those who are left in the street and
Wait for people like me to show them that they have more to be that just trash that people like we just throw away and leave it there cuz I'm am here to share that you that there are  those people out there
Those that want to stand above the crowd
Those that want to shout out loud

I.can make a difference

someone please get this
someone please comeback
someone please pick me up
someone please push me back

somebody please take them away
somebody please make it stop
somebody please help me to tomorrow
somebody please push me back

everybody please stop looking
everybody please point away
everybody please don't leave me
everybody please don't let me fall

nobody please come to me
nobody please let me be
nobody please let me cry
nobody please let me die

can you please?

Dear whoever,
   I hope your getting this...

And I need something to make me speak.
Make me think. Make me write.
All I can do in this state is hold the secrets of the universe
at my fingertips
useless and without purpose
until I give them one...

Yet as soon as I say that,
and my thoughts brush paper
My mind goes from its beautiful confusion
Sea of tangles and knots that all make cents
to the taught strings of my droll
Normal
Thoughts
that BoRe me with its understandable simplicity

Sometimes you don't write words because they sound write,
or because they make sense.
Sometimes you write them because they feel write.
They are beautiful confusion.  

~Written by A.C. (one of my very good friends)

/
Many days
I do not read any newspaper
Even do not see television
At all
Many days have gone
After You
I do not read any poetry

How to feel that since this morning!
Repeatedly hear identifying tunes on the air

Your arrival in the sky,
The air reverberates
Looks like another day
In the Paradise,
In another song,
Which brings the soul
The Aroma

Everyone is coming out
From all sides
Young Old
Babies Boys
Women Men
Everyone
Everyone is clapping
Singing the song of the same tune
This song is not the song of Rain
Not even a lamentation

The Southern breeze whispering your words
Slowly Said,
The Little Tailor Bird
No, No,
Not such a summer afternoon
Not even a hurricane warning

Each of the human eye
Follow the Eastern Sky  
Tireless Eye
Watching the sun,
The Red Sun,
You went to bring dreams for us
From the Sun

Hundreds of thousands of people
In his next question
Hand with Flower
Shoulder to Shoulder
Today will be the day of strangers,
The poet will come
We are standing in the flowers
Fist full of dreams to take

Float in the sky with white clouds
My dreams are calling again
Today is not such an Autumn
But Still feel like an Autumn
Indeed,  
The poet will come,
A poem in the New

Where each word will be spoken dream
Love to be evacuated
Poems that will repay
The debt to my Ancestor
Take revenge on thee
For their injustice,
Torture
Poems that would bring the stars
For our next generation
A poem that would bring the red rose for my darling,
Would bring such a smile to my mother's face
As Moon that smile
And that is simply killed false dreams
Will we ever Released
Sing Freedom Songs

The Poet,
My beloved Poet
You will come,
Will surely come
And will recite your immortal poem
/

@ Musfiq us shaleheen