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Give them what they want
Or make them want what you have to give
A pretty face makes you stupid
She knows it, that's why she acts that way
It doesn't matter why they feel the way they do
You fell for it, you deny it, but we know better
Nothing older than you can be questioned
You just have to decide what it is you wish to believe
It's better to take pictures of flowers in the spring
Than endure someone who can't understand your mind
It's not about getting there from here
It's about making there what here is all about
A transformed mind has forgotten his childhood
And must say no to his mother and mean it
If you ever decide you can be faithful
Then you are the luckiest man in the world
 Apr 2015 Gul e Dawoodi
epictails
A mist withers our eyes
From a destructive what is
Cloaked by the manipulation of fear
The obsessive consumption of greed
The yield of inequality
Blessing the treacherous snake
that is society
Protecting the overbearing tower of hierarchy

We are the rising hope
and the colossal downfall
Of an era so entrenched with fools' promises
and wicked minds
It is not anymore righting a wrong
so much as righting a system of wrong
Once a system of good
Which should have foretold better times
Meant to have put everything in place
But has left in its wake
A black hole that took everything
Right in all of us
In everything worth believing, worth hoping
The kind of thoughts and poems that come to me while I'm in the shower
The soil is sodden and sated with the blood of your youth
Our children are scarred, robbed of life, love and innocence.
Our women are beaten into submission, into silence... hopelessness.

The aged and the vulnerable have to live behind a metal veil.
Gratuitous violence walks beside us
The school, once the womb of the community, where the child was nurtured, suckling at the breast of knowledge
Sadly the womb is disrespected!

The school is violated and learning is disrupted.

There is a constant atmosphere of ****!
Yes, sadly ****! is stalking me and every woman and child.

Crime inhibits our freedom.... it rains down on our democracy.
Oppression is alive and well and it has a new face.
Secrets can't be kept forever
They’ll one day soon escape
The poetry of a widowed lover
May be freed from its closed cage
And i will cease to beg and plead for moral inspiration
And she will cease to oppress me
And my quest for emotional station
Write so that you can know
Know what you really feel....
Write so that your heart..
Doesn't turn into the one of steel...

Write so that you can express
Express what you desire...
Write so that you can fuel
That flaming soul on fire...

Now write till you are full
Full with zest and zeal...
Write unaccountably
Till your broken heart heals...❤
There he was yet again...
Gazing at her perfection...

Losing all his senses for a while
Trying to find himself in her reflection...

The rain poured suddenly
Soaking all in its hue...

But he kept away..
Even from the drops of dew...

Yet he was drenched
In a feeling unnamed...

Standing alone under the starry sky
He was inked & stained......
    
                    ❤Inked&Stained; with LOVE❤
Introductory poem of my collection..
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