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Mohamed Nasir Jan 2018
One is me single lonely number
One stand on one solitary street
One is free but still a lone figure
I, at a crossroad, no one to meet

Two with the confidence of love
Two by sacred hours converges
Two shared tender moments of
Vows to keep through the years

Three someone said is a crowd
Three happy, frown, laugh, cry
Three a rejoinder & oh, so loud
Our home at the street nearby

Why stop at three got one more
Now it's one, two, three & four!
Mohamed Nasir Jan 2018
A
year has
come a year has
gone a time to dream
castles in the air time to look
at the pages of despair promises
unrekindled like a forgotten culture
although 100% I've tried to follow
negativity in the first quarter
pessimism by half year
less to self doubt
year end
0
Not too late to write a new year resolution. Though it's half way in the first month of the year. But so hard to fulfill them so I've stopped this culture.
1 Way down upon de Swanee ribber,
2 Far, far away,
3 Dere's wha my heart is turning ebber,
4 Dere's wha de old folks stay.
5 All up and down de whole creation,
6 Sadly I roam,
7 Still longing for de old plantation,
8 And for de old folks at home.

9 [Chorus] All de world am sad and dreary,
10 Ebry where I roam,
11 Oh! darkeys how my heart grows weary,
12 Far from de old folks at home.

13 [Solo] All round de little farm I wandered
14 When I was young,
15 Den many happy days I squandered,
16 Many de songs I sung.
17 When I was playing wid my brudder
18 Happy was I --.
19 Oh! take me to my kind old mudder,
20 Dere let me live and die.

21 [Chorus] All de world am sad and dreary,
22 Ebry where I roam,
23 Oh! darkeys how my heart grows weary,
24 Far from de old folks at home.

25 One little hut among de bushes,
26 One dat I love,
27 Still sadly to my mem'ry rushes,
28 No matter where I rove
29 When will I see de bees a humming
30 All round de comb?
31 When will I hear de banjo tumming
32 Down in my good old home?

33 [Chorus] All de world am sad and dreary,
34 Ebry where I roam,
35 Oh! darkeys how my heart grows weary,
36 Far from de old folks at home
  Jan 2018 Mohamed Nasir
Yosa Buson
The old man
cutting barley--
bent like a sickle.
Mohamed Nasir Jan 2018
While they were gone
she was *****
he or they left her dead
her young life was torn
her small body was ruined
her flimsy body was shamed
her new life was shredded
her tiny body was stained
her puny body was ravaged
her life was gone
from them forever
while the were gone
while ask God Almighty
for strength in their faith
resolved and steadfastness
in the face of adversity
is this their answer
or is this the test
they've to suffer.
My heart goes to little Zainab. She was a 10 year old girl who was ***** and killed while her parents went for pilgrimage to Mecca.
Mohamed Nasir Jan 2018
Though the sun and moon
Be hidden by clouds but truth
Shall always prevail
You can't hide the truth forever
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