I begin with a Praise
To praise the Praiser
He who praised Bless
And the bless Blest...
A Man with a Mind
To avoid the wrong
And  Friend to right
He Who talk to pure
And He said, no fear
To Those Who rehear
The sound they hear
A Man who had Print
On His Sole a Footprint
For the tracers to trace.

With Original Words
Writers Opened Wonderful
World Of Writers


WOW!

The Dark Diaries

The chicken is fried
No knife to chop and
No spoon to use and eat
The bowl is filled with
chickens, I have imaginary
knife and spoon to chop the
The fried poetry chicken
Placed on Imaginary table
In the imaginary bowl

In the morning, firstly
Eat nothing but honey
The brain will be fresh
And body will be warmed

Then, we must get in the kitchen...
Fresh ingredient are well packed
So let the Biryani of peace cooked

Now, world is full of thirsty of war
Every nation is eager, to attack or defend...

So what to do?

Just to prepare to take Biryani of peace after been cooked

Talk and hard talk... It will
not solve the equation.
The giants must think
Summits are called
Tables were rounded (again,
no solution).
The world is hungry for
conflict...
No peace-food to feed.
We must get in the kitchen to prepare the Biryani of peace.
For the sake of people's lives

And the nature woke me up
Warmly I took my fresh pen
I acidified the ink in the pen
I surfaced the paper and pen
I begin to mix paper and pen
Stirring the paper with pen
In the *** of paper and pen
To make a fine poetry cheese
The cheese is cheap and chop
Imaginary by mouth and teeth
In the kitchen where no flour
And milk or butter but papers
And pens all in  " Safana Poetry Kitchen"

The sun is hot and
The sand is waterless
No water moisture
And the plants, thirsty
And its flower dried