Putinists are on the right path to their sincerity to practice putinism led by Sir Putin..

If, the brain and pen were lost so
never put putinism into practice...

Putting Putin into pressure
will cause Putin putting fire

let's unite to rule the world
Duniyar soyayya, ba son kai
Měi gèrén dōu shì tiānshēng de ài
العرب يحبون أنفسهم
भारतीय वे खुद से प्यार करते थे
Les Français, ils se sont aimés
Españoles, se amaban
Portugueses, eles se amavam
فارسی ، آنها خودشان را دوست داشتند
לכולם שורש של אהבה בלב
Ya kamata mu so junan mu
geen haat, geen racisme
Sensō nashi, tatakai nashi

I see your night
In the purplish
blanket when
you walking in
the queue at
your back are
your maids
treating fairly
to your beautiful
colorful purple
gown..

you walk just...

You are...
A queen in
the beautidom

One must be correct

Why? you are invading Other nations

A- Because of their religion
B- Because of their underground
     wealth
C- Racism
D- All of the above

Some breaking
point back,
I spy ya sauntering
as your locomotion
lost, standing upright
been arduous, your
forehead on your
palmar side, like your
eyes can't see
I am pulsing that
you are feeling
not the same,
it might be
a fever,

Wish you quick
recovery

Kun diba kun diba
Ya kamata fa Ku duba
Ku bar mu mu diba
Rabon mu, duk mu diba

When it’s cloudy dark…
In the sunshine morning

A beam ray of the sun…
Fade away and no yawning

And, the airy beat a bit…
Like, no coins earning

Thunder strikes a volt…
And the rain is pouring

An ear gets a shocked…
Like a bell, get ringing

Some feet walk out away…
But, others remain stirring

And, the eyes rotate around…
Looking for a finer inspiring

A time rain drops let go of…
Later, it go on and falling

Slowly, the rain is landed…
And everyone begin, a walking

It can be seen everywhere…
A rain drop and splashing

Slowly the rain is seized…
When thunder get not a volt

A noisy get ongoing up…
Everyone passions, is trying

And the scenes are done…
When this tales are saying

I am running to reach
In a hurry to meet
Somewhere in the bright light
To witness the blessing
And blessed to be blest.
This time is brilliantly bright.
To supplicate as well as to gain.
This is a month of light.
Where there's no pore of darkness,
Except the giant hills of Mercy.
I mean Ramadan, the blessing month.
May our ibadah be accepted.

I thank You Allah
I praised to you Allah
I am bowing down to you Allah
For this light to my fore
And the Iman in my heart
And the trust on my tongue
And the health to my life
And the chance to witness
This beautiful time of beneficent
And mercy to the mankind...
And the month of nine
It's a Ramadan, The Great

Ramadan Yajma'ana
Ramadan Kareem
🌙

Read all stomata
on the green leaves
Then translate the
lenticel on a stem of
woody plants...

No useless papers on
earth to waste and to
burn...

All papers are useful
To write and to draw
To read and to fold
To protect and prevent
...

Read red rounded 
Red rooms rifted 
Red-cap rendered.
But,
The broom brings bright
The bright brought broom
Both of them bring booms.
The booms of happiness
to me and you and you.

The world is filled
and, the lives are fit
openly, impossible
to see the peak on
the hills but anyone
can luckily get the
chance to climb up
to mountain...

Remember!

The future is near by
That past, has gone

The adventure of darkness
encircled the world. And, that

Time when the
Florescence of the moon 🌙
******* dusky

That moment
Of sunshine,
is sightless

A double whammy,
From far
east and earth

Breeze in the
World life
Entirely

When, it's difficult
To prevent
And, to cure

Whilst, mortality
Eyes suddenly,
Awoken

Species are,
Leaving higher
Ground

Relationship
Gone, very
Not closer

That, a time
When trust
Is frightful

Provisions,
and no food
Supply

Traveling,
And not
To everywhere

Recreation,
And no one
To attend

The scenes,
Are more
Than a war

Remember!

Writing: Safana & Jasaman Johari

Seek repent...
Forever, no one
among shall astray

I am in
you are in
we are in
he is in
she is in
they are in
Who's
going to
rescue one
another

Walk through
blast furnace
to the melted
Gold which is
attracting you
in the morning
and the noon
and the evening
and the night

I am a rhymester, writing poem
Stand under tree holding a phloem
Glancing at someone for a proem
…to listen my stylish hyper poem

Right!
side to my left,
I can't carry it
without left,

Right, on my
hand is more
than hills of
Gold and
diamond like
Himalaya and
Kilimanjaro

Right, is to do
But fine doing
to myself and
themselves in
location of the
righteousness

Two wrongs don't make a right
One right do make wrong right
A little wrong makes many fight
A single right makes many tight

Ring the Bell
Ring it, well
Ring the Bell
can see, a skell
from dry well
They sight it well
A wealthy kvell
spell it and yell,
*
Ring the Bell
And paupers
           yawningly mispell
Bcause,
           They can see not well
They said:
           Blood well instead farewell

Ring the Bell
Everyone is unwell
The tears is upwell
No tasty, they smell
All sadness are swell
And hungry is quell

Ring the Bell
Again,
          Difficulties swell
          No one to dwell
          For a bit on snell
          Uphill is upswell

Ring the bell
And,
Ring it well!

Where the child will go?
A mother's calling, child!
Where are you running?
Stay where you are, until
You get wings to fly above