November 14, 2008
Peeping in every few minutes
My precious still there
The world beckons for her
And I know she cannot remain
That bed will be empty
The room for once tidy
The rituals will have to change
Her scent, though it may linger
But it too will dissipate
Last loving glance
At sleeping beauty
Suddenly she seems changed
No longer as childlike as I recall
My child nonetheless
Who will protect her
How will I tame my instincts
Fear may engulf her heart
But mine feels torn apart
How will life go on
Who will I live for
Who will I care for
Who will I worry for
The Lord giveth
And the world taketh away
(From KKT)
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November 14, 2008
But this walk
in the crown jewel
with mother and father
this path
this alley
the valley awash in green
lush
the steps so retraced
a million times
the clobber by the roadside
the signboards
the turns
the faces familiar
the shadows so known
no fear touched the heart
no fear seemed near
nothing forlorn
the garden lit outside
with myriads of hopes
beckons and calls
and I wish to cling on
to the post of my bed
and shake my head
so familiar is the floor
so dear each door
O my walk in the crown jewel
O Mother!
O Father!
(From “Iola”. May Allah bless you with all you want. Yes yes I would pray for you whenever I remember you).
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August 25, 2008

Step one you say we need to talk
He walks you say sit down it’s just a talk
He smiles politely back at you
You stare politely right on through
Some sort of window to your right
As he goes left and you stay right
Between the lines of fear and blame
And you begin to wonder why you came
Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
Let him know that you know best
Cause after all you do know best
Try to slip past his defense
Without granting innocence
Lay down a list of what is wrong
The things you’ve told him all along
And pray to God he hears you
As he begins to raise his voice
You lower yours and grant him one last choice
Drive until you lose the road
Or break with the ones you’ve followed
He will do one of two things
He will admit to everything
Or he’ll say he’s just not the same
And you’ll begin to wonder why you came
Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
How to save a life
How to save a life
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March 11, 2008
The old man lay dying
He rested assured
He was on his way
To the land of the pure
He thought of his lord’s bounties
That lay for him in store
Nothing had he done that would be cause for remorse
Hadn’t he been kind to God’s creatures
Thus begetting kindness in return?
He had given alms to the poor
And freed the slaves
Night and day in the lord’s presence
He’d stood and prayed
Content in these narcissistic thoughts
By a call he was startled awake
Get up oh sinner; get up on your feet
There is much that needs to be done
You took from the world more than wealth
More than wealth you shall return
Yes day and night you prayed to save yourself
But never strived to save even your nearest ones
The wealth you leave to your kith and kin
Shall bind them, enslave them, and bring them perdition
Yet the greatest wealth will die with you
The wealth that might have won for you and them- salvation.
(Courtesy Buzzvines. <http://www.buzzvines.com/get>)
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