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Me
It’s not over,
if I choose myself,
over the noise of life.
I am what I need,
when I drown,
in my thoughts,
and when it’s dark. 

Mohammed Arafat
March 12th, 2021
Me
It’s not over,
if I choose myself,
over the noise of life.
I am what I need,
when I drown,
in my thoughts,
and when it’s dark. 

Mohammed Arafat
Mohammed Arafat Dec 2020
I wonder if my heart dropped or fluttered.
All I know was that,
it was filled with inexplicableness.
I ended up accepting it.
After some days,
you gave me a full-blown flower,
but I never learnt about,
its sharpened thorns,
until they pricked my heart...

Mohammed Arafat
11-30-2020
Mohammed Arafat Nov 2020
Tick tock.
It’s midnight.
From East to West,
everyone is sleeping,
but me.
It’s dark everywhere.
Owls are no longer hooting.
I can’t hit the mattress,
not because it’s fall,
not because it’s cold,
but because I miss her,
the one poetry should,
be written for.
I miss my first love.
I miss my mom!

Mohammed Arafat
November 14, 202
Mohammed Arafat Nov 2020
On this breezy evening,
fall leaves swish.
Stars twinkle in the skies,
behind puffy clouds,
with no full moon around.

I now remember the night time,
when it all happened,
years ago.
Black and grey was what I felt.
I can’t forget how it started,
and how it ended.

I remember the anguish and pain,
the only emotions that remain,
and every detail of that moment.

At this time every year,
I look at the skies and say,
“It won’t happen again.”
“It won’t happen again.”

Mohammed Arafat
November 9th, 2020
Mohammed Arafat Oct 2020
The caged bird,
can seldom see through,
the bars of the cage,
in darkness.
He has clipped wings.
He has tied feet.
He has empty stomach and plate,
but he can sing.   

He sings with fear.
He sings with agony,
but he sings love songs.
He thinks he is heard.
He is not!

Mohammed Arafat
10-13-2020
No caption needed as this poem talks about a lot of what we see every single day in our lives.
Mohammed Arafat Oct 2020
You may try to put me down,
With your twisted plots and lies.
You’ve got war history; I’ve got faith.
I hear your mocks; you hear my cries.
I look at you with my heart;
You look at me with your eyes.
Whatever you do, whatever you say,
Don’t think it’s a surprise.
Well, I am telling you this once:
Like dust, I will rise, I will rise.

09-30-2020
Mohammed Arafat
Many entities try to put the Palestinians of Gaza, wherever they are, down, and they keep rising.
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