DEDICATED TO MY PARENTS

MR/MRS OKONKWO
FOR THEIR SURPPORT
AND ENCOURAGEMENT.

AND TO
Every body, that believes
In the oneness and
Greatness of our continent.

Do not look, at the past;

Look beyond the future! “
-CHIGOZIE EMMANUEL OKONKWO.
 PREFACE

The contents of this book are products of my humble experiences,

observations and imaginations coupled with my belief that “a man would do
nothing, if he waited until he would do it so well that no one would find fault
with what he has done. Assuming men where God, many people could
have gone from this world, poverty and diseases could have been every
were, bell of war could have rang all around, morality could have declined.
Religion could have been old fashion”. It is against the background of this
belief that the title” CRY OF A POET ” has been chosen for this book with
the hope that with this humble beginning a greater move would be made
some day, somehow, if my modest sketches today may have to be given a
retouch tomorrow.

Never the less since my being is almost faced with hardship, I have no
doubt that somehow, some of the lines in this book will serve as a sort of
tranquilizer to those sick at heart, inspire the really struggling ones, wakeup
some of our leaders from their slumber and offer hope and fun to those who
are weary. It is therefore my wish that the messages this book tries to
convey get across to both the old, and the young ones on whom the future
depends.
In concluding this very brief introduction, I wish to stress that much as I
accept the axiom that not life that matters, but the courage one infuse into
it.

By the combined forces of the people (the society) and the government, is
to continue to breed a society where oppression and poverty will continue to
reign supreme.
 ACKNOWLEGEMENTS

I am grateful to my parents Mr. / Mrs. Okonkwo, for their advice and

encouragement at the time of writing this book. Their frankness has been most
helpful.

My thanks also go to most sincerely, all those read through the scripts. Their words
of encouragement have been very useful.

I must also thank all those who have unfailingly laboured to see it printed. Without
them, this book would not have seen the light of day. Most especially I-proclaim
press (Dorrance Publishing Co.) for publishing my poem book.
 CRY OF A POET
BY: CHIGOZIE EMMANUEL
OKONKWO. (A.K.A COCO-B)
Email: cocoboycool@yahoo.com
Tel: +2347038229341

Copyright © 2009 Chigozie Emmanuel Okonkwo

All Rights Reserved
 Contents Page.
Dedication --------------------iii
Preface ------------------------v
Acknowledgements --------ix
About the Author ---------44

LIST OF POEMS
1. Cry of a poet --------------------------5
2. This prison called a village ---------6
3. Mother Royal ----------------------7
4. Children of nsukka ------------------8
5. Dear mother ------------------------- 9
6. I can make it ------------------------10
7. Creation by accident ---------------11
8. Don’t give up -----------------------12
9. Don’t ask ----------------------------13
10. The great fall of a lizard ----------14
11. False prophets ----------------------15
12. Creation tells the glory of God ---16
13. The name Yahweh -----------------17
14. God is spirit -------------------------18
15. Take heart brothers ----------------19
16. What is love ------------------------20
17. Lets change the world -------------21
18. A curse on the day I was born ---22
19. A royal song for great king ------23
20. I give up; I am tired of living ----24
21. You think I am talking nothing but wind -25
22. My life is like forced army service -26
23. Does human sympathy exist ----27
24. Warning to rich oppressors ----28
25. Democracy -----------------------29
26. What is most important --------30
27. Will you be annoyed if I speak -31
28. All flesh is like grass ------------32
29. Ancient wisdom -----------------33
30. Hide or decide -------------------34
31. I know of a country -------------35
32. Self-glorification of some poets -36
33. When things are fine with you --37
34. What goanna happen to the world if men where God -38
35. Just what is life ------------------39
 1.
CRY OF A POET

My sorrow cannot be healed;

I am sick at heart
I listen! Throughout Africa
I hear my African people crying out,
“The summer is gone, the harvest is over,
But we Africans have not been saved.”

My heart has been crushed

Because my African people are crushed;
I mourn; I am completely dismayed.
Is there know medicine in the whole of Africa?
Are there know doctors there in Africa?
Why, then, have my African people not been healed?

They are all unfaithful,

A mob of traitors
They are always ready to tell lies;
Dishonesty instead of truth rules Africa.

I wish my head were a well of water,

And my eye’s a fountain of tears,
So that I could cry day and night
For my African people who have been killed,
I wish I had a place to stay in the desert
Where I could get away from my African people.

Their tongues are like deadly arrows,

They always tell lies
Everyone speaks friendly words to his neighbour,
But is really setting a trap for him.

I will mourn for the mountains

And weep for the pastures,
Because they have dried up,
 And no one travels through them.
The sound of livestock is no longer heard;
Birds and wild animals have fled and gone.”

Call for the women who sing funeral songs.”

“Tell them to hurry and sing a funeral song for Africa,
Until their eyes fill with tears,
And their eyelids are wet from crying.”

Listen to the sound of crying in Africa,

We are ruined!
We are completely disgraced!
We must leave Africa;
Our homes have been torn down.
 2.
THIS PRISON CALLED A VILLAGE.

Though the world outside is active,

Moving and progressing,
People are questioning and debating,
Here in this place,
This prison called a village,
Where silence is the most golden
And the most abundant of virtues

We move like sheep from day to day,

From year to year,
Doing noting but worshipping tradition
And spiting hate against our so-called enemies
In this prison called village you may be a heretic,
There have been many before you,
But only on trivial matters
Such as the method of planting or reaping,
Or even on the market prices and women’s dresses,
But never on the rocks of traditional marriage;
At any rate,
I have stepped into the ring
The die is cast.
 3.
MOTHER ROYAL.

You are the mother royal of all beauties

The pillar that support the under world
The greatest mama that live under world
You spark brighter than diamonds.

You that shone like the morning star

The day I look straight into your eyes
My heart melts and long for your love.

Mother royal I remember,

With strong memory;
Then ‘when I was very poor
When I can’t feed three square meal a day,
Or even change my old clothes
Until the day you shone into my life.

You mother royal took away my poverty

And took away my loneliness
You taught me how to love again
You taught me that true love still exists.

Mother royal the strange mama,

That controls all spiritual beings,
And animal’s underworld
I send my ode to you.
 4.
CHILDREN OF NSUKKA.

I remember with memories of nsukka,

That town of the seven hills
It’s harsh harmattan winds
It has the simplest leaf in nature
It has tiny openings for the flow of gasses,
It’s green colouring catches sunlight
It’s veins carry watery food from the soil
The redness of the earth,
The soft green of its hills
The insularity and campus tattle
It is far better planned than a nation
It is more like a highly ordered city.
 5.
DEAR MOTHER.

Dear mother, you are my lovely mother

No kind of love succeeds the love of my mother
Whatever the kind of love,
Be it business love, political love,
Social love or spiritual love,
My mother’s love stimulates,
It venerates
It titillates
It elevates
Mother, you are my valuable love
Every body wants to have a good mother
But not every body has Asses to a good mother.

Dear mother, my lovely mother!

Whatever the kind of love,
Mother your love is satisfying,
It’s gratifying
It’s glorifying
It’s purifying
This, we must however note
Dear mother comes before sweet
Dear mother comes before reaping
Dear mother comes before inspiration
The sting of the bee comes
Before the sweet honey;
Dear mother comes before success!
 6.
I CAN MAKE IT.

If Chelsea F.C defender Mikel Obi, could make it from rags to riches
Why can’t I make it?

If Elder Ajayi Crowther could make it from slavery to leader of men

Why can’t I make it?

If the lizards can fall from great heights and still survived-
What stops me from making it?

If Barrack Obama could make it from so many challenges pains upsets and agony
To become the First Black president of America
Then, why can’t I make it?

If indeed, nature provides for the birds in the air

And make fishes below the water have its needs-
What stops me from having mine?

Although, the journey to the top may be hard

But people still make it with courage and perseverance-
So why can’t I have my way?

I can’t go back
I must keep moving-
Until I make it
I can make it even without a dime.
 7.
CREATION BY ACCIDENT.

Some people want to live as if there is no

God to whom they must answer,
To avoid the need for God they teach
That all we see came into being by accident.

Matter has always existed, they say;

But at some time long ago matter exploded
Some flying pieces from this “Big Bang”,
Came together in such a way that they happened
To form living things-all by accident too-
And we humans are the result.
We have no spirit and no real purpose
From a long line of accidents,

We are accident on its way to final accident!

Does such a picture make sense?
How could so many accidents result in such order?
What would happen if you caused a great explosion?
To scatter a pile of rocks and wood,
Even if you repeated this many times over,
Would millions of pieces ever have the chance of
Coming together in such a way as to form a normal house?
Would the heavier rocks happen to come down
First to make a perfect foundation?
Would smaller pieces then fall by chance to
Make straight walls on all in place?
Would other pieces finally fall in such order
As to make a roof that keeps rain out?
My fellow brothers and sisters know it today that,
Creation is not by accident.
 8.
DON’T GIVE UP.

When the road to the top,

Turns arduous and dangerous,
And every impression of being or doing something seems bad
Don’t give up.

When no body cares,

And you are condemned to your fate
Don’t give up.

You never can tell-

You may be very close to the happy moment
Don’t give up.

For the darkest hour

Is nearest the dawn
Stop, if need be,
To muster more strength, but-
Don’t give up.

A total stop may be disastrous:

The end result is usually regret
The way to that enviable shore of success
Is only by keep moving on.
Really, it appears you can go further no more,
And the world seems to be ending
Don’t give up.

For no condition on earth is forever;

And the true yardstick for success is courage
People may laugh and jeer at you-
To throw your mind in utter disarry
Don’t give up.

For, after a heavy rainfall

Then, comes glorious sunshine.
 9.
DON’T ASK.

Don’t ask what you can get from man,

But what you can give to humanity.
For a step in the right direction
Can make the whole difference to the world.

Don’t ask what can this fellow be in life,

But what can you offer him to survive
For the last can become the first,
‘ Cause no condition is really permanent.

Don’t ask for asking sake,

But ask to gain more knowledge
For only the wise ask
To be wiser still and be an asset to humanity.
 10.
THE GREAT FALL OF A LIZARD.

Furu – u – u – u - ukpe!
A great fall is made
A spell of silence of confusion follows,
And no one gives a hand
But, a gentle look round;
Yet, no one cares, no one is interested
Then, a nod of the head
Yes in self- praise;
For, if no one praises me,
I should praise myself,
‘Cause only few fall from such height
Without kissing death
Furu – u – u – u – ukpe!
After a great fall,
A big move can still be made.
 11.
FALSE PROPHETS.

But any person can claim to be a prophet,

Speaking for God.
He may do this to get money power or fame
Some might even do it, ‘sincerely,’
For their own ‘good’ reasons
They are but, false prophets.

This was a problem in the past,

And it is still a problem today
Many who now claim to speak for God,
Argue against each other
Their messages do not agree
They are but, false prophets.

And there were also false prophets,

Among the people,
Just as there will be false teachers among you.
 12.
CREATION TELLS THE GLORY OF GOD.

The heavens declare the glory of God;

The skies proclaim the work of his hands,
Yet the sun’s strength is strictly controlled.
If the sun changed its course even a little,
All life on our planet would soon end.
For everything is in perfect place for life,
To exist on this earth.
Such careful design in every detail,
Must have a builder.

But we have not yet mentioned the man and woman,

With their children,
Who live in this amazing home.
The brain of even the smallest child has many,
More active parts than all the stars,
The eye sees at night!
Our minds work with great thoughts.
Our eyes see beauty in living colours.
The human spirit has power to choose and to love,
And our hearts reach high in worship.
Creation tells the glory of God.
 13.
THE NAME YAHWEH.

The name Yahweh shows that God is the,

“I am,” that he continues to be.

The name Yahweh sounds like,

The verb to be in the Hebrew language
As the self existing one,
God does not depend on anything else for his being
Instead, all others –
Whether spirits or humans or material things –
Depend on him for their being or existence.

I Am Who I Am
This is what you are to say to the people;
“I am has sent me to you.”
This is my name forever,
The name by which I am to be remembered,
From generation to generation
 14.
GOD IS SPIRIT.

God, as spirit, is so great that,

He is always present at all places.
He can hold all in his control.
There is no way to ever hide from him.
Where can I go from your spirit?
Where can I flee from your presence?
If I go up to the heavens,
You are there;
If I make my bed in the depths,
You are there,
If I rise on the wings of the dawn,
If I settle on the far side of the sea,
Even there your hand will hold me fast.
Nothing in all creation is hidden from God’s sight.
Everything is uncovered and laid bare before the eyes,
Of him to whom we must give account.
 15.
TAKE HEART BROTHERS.

Under the blazing sun of the tropics,

Under the harsh climate of the temperate,
You craw along on your palms and knees:
Exposed to the hazards of life.
Yet all qualities of man have you.

No event without a cause they say

But, what is your crime?
Who are we to ask the great master?
Coming into the world could be your only crime
No one can tell.

The beauties of the world all around you –

You neither can take part nor behold.
No one cares;
No one sees well in you:
But the great master made you all.

There is no road without an end.

Whether thou live in the dark world,
What cannot be cured must be endured.
Weep not brother –
The sky is too far away,
The earth is just too near.
Trails and troubles need not give despair,
Hope that never disappoints they can build.
Keep struggling on.
 16.
WHAT IS LOVE.

‘I love you; the familiar saying goes.

Yet very few know what it means to love,
‘Cause love is not only to be pronounced
Calf- love that leads nowhere,
This could just be.

It takes an honest feeling to love:

Love is not only to be seen
It takes the inner sight –
Not just ‘window- dressing’-
To really get the feeling

In the amorous garden –

Eat, wine, dance and sleep,
And love you may know not still.
For mere lust that could lead to life-long regret,
This could be also.

It takes a real mind-searching to love:

Displaying of material wealth or natural beauty,
Is no real sign of love.
Means of defrauding
This may be.

But, what is love?

Many tags it has been given by many.
Behold, true love is invincible;
It transcends all barriers.
It doubts not,
It bears all things,
And with it, the world a happy place can be.
 17.
LET’S CHANGE THE WORLD.

Let’s change the world –

Open the windows of our minds
To the realities of our world;
Start seeing far beyond individual self;
And redirect our sense of direction.

Replace hate with love:

Plant peace where there is unrest;
Give comfort where there is pain.

Oh, let’s together change it –

Our world needs change –
Insert hope where there is despair;
Offer joy where there is sadness;
Infuse strength where there is weakness.

Confidence let’s generate where there is despair;

Knowledge that works and efficiency that creates
Let’s pursue instead of just mere decorated papers.

Good names let’s strive more to archive

Rather that silver and gold,
For where these wear off, good names linger on –
The world a happy place let’s make for all human.
 18.
A CURSE ON THE DAY I WAS BORN.

Put a curse on the day I was born;

Put a curse on the night when I was conceived!
Turn that day into darkness,
Never again remember that day;
Never again let light shine on it.
Make it a day of gloom and thick darkness;
Cover it with clouds, and blot out the sun.
Blot that night out of year,
And never let it be counted again;
Make it a barren, joyless night.
Tell the sorcerers to curse that day,
Those who know how to control leviathan
Keep the morning star from shining;
Give that night no hope of dawn.
Curse that night for letting me be born,
For exposing me to trouble and grief

I wish I had died in my mother’s womb

Or died the moment I was born.
Why did my mother hold me on her knees?
Why did she feed me at her breast?
If I had died then, I would be sleeping like princes
Who filled their houses with gold and silver,
Or sleeping like a stillborn child.
In the grave wicked men stop their evil,
And tired workmen find rest at last.
Instead of eating, I mourn, and
I can never stop groaning.
Everything I fear and dread comes true.
I have no place, no rest, and my troubles never end.
 19.
A ROYAL SONG FOR GREAT KING.

Beautiful words fill my mind,

As I compose this royal song for great king.
Like a pen of a good writer
My tongue is ready with a poem.

You are the most handsome of men;

You are an eloquent speaker.
God has always blessed you.
Buckle on your sword, mighty king;
You are glorious and majestic.

Ride on in majesty to victory

For the defense of truth and justice!
Your strength will win you great victories!
Your arrows are sharp,
They pierce the hearts of your enemies;
Nations fall down at your feet.

The kingdom that God has given you

Will last forever and ever.
You rule over your people with justice;
You love what is right and hate what is evil
That is why God, your God, has chosen you
And has poured out more happiness on you than any other king.
The perfume of myrrh and aloes is on your clothes;
Musicians entertain you in palaces decorated with ivory.

You, my king, will have many sons to succeeds your ancestors as kings
And you will make them rulers over the whole earth.
My songs will keep your fame alive forever,
And everyone will praise you for all time to come.
 20.
I GIVE UP; I AM TIRED OF LIVING.

I am tired of living,
No! I can’t be quiet!
I am angry and bitter
I have to speak.

Why do you keep me under guard?

Do you think I am a sea-monster?
“I lie down and try to rest;
I look for relief from my pain.
But you-you terrifies me with dreams;
You send me visions and nightmares
Until I would rather be strangled
Than live in this miserable body
I give up; I am tired of living
Leave me alone. My life makes no sense.

Why are mine so important to you?

Why pay attention to what I do?
You inspect me every morning
And test me every minute.
Won’t you look away long enough
For me to swallow my spittle?
Are you harmed by my sin, you jailer?
Why use me for your target-practice?
Am I so great a burden to you?
Can’t you pardon the wrong I do?
Soon I will be in my grave,
And I’ll be gone when you look for me.
 21.
YOU THINK I AM TALKING NOTHING BUT WIND.

But you, my friends, you deceive me like streams

That goes dry when no rain comes.
The streams are choked with snow and ice,
But in the heat they disappear,
And the streambeds lie bare and dry.
Caravans get lost looking for water,
But their hope dies beside dry streams.
You are like those streams to me,
You see my fate and draw back in fear.
Have I asked you to give me a gift?
Or to bribe someone on my behalf or to save
Me from some enemy or tyrant?.

All right, teach me; tell me my faults.

I will be quiet and listen to you.
Honest words are convincing,
But you are talking nonsense
You think I am talking nothing but wind;
Then why do you answer my words of despair?
You would even throw dice for orphan slaves
And make yourselves rich off your closest friends!
Look me in the face. I won’t lie.
You have gone far enough stop being unjust.
Don’t condemn me. I ‘m in the right.
But you think I am lying –
You think I can’t tell right from wrong.
 22.
MY LIFE IS LIKE FORCED ARMY SERVICE.

My life is like a forced army service,

Like a life of hard manual labour;
Like a slave longing for cool shade;
Like a worker waiting for his pay
Month after month I have nothing to live for,
Night after night brings me grief.
When I lie down to sleep, the hours drag;
I toss all-night and long for dawn.
My body is full of worms;
It is covered with scabs;
Pus runs out of my sores
My days pass by without hope,
Pass faster than a weaver’s shuttle.

Remember, my life is only a breath;

My happiness has already ended.
You see me now, but never again.
If you look for me, I’ll be gone.
Like cloud that fades and is gone,
A man dies and never returns;
He is forgotten by all who know him.
 23.
DOES HUMAN SYMPATHY EXIST?

Does human sympathy exist?

In this place call earth.

A place where there is no common human

Sympathy for the poor and sick at heart,
The poor are not allowed even to contribute,
To the development in their economy
Even the poor are made to pay dearly,
For the sins or offences they do not commit.

A place were the poor are used by the wealthy,

People to disturb the massive communal peace
A place were the poor are getting poorer
And the rich are getting richer
Yet some say human sympathy exist.
Don’t blame them; it is because they get favour from it,
But it does not mean that human sympathy exist

When would they be common human sympathy,

For the poor and sick at heart in this world.
That is why I am calling on our leaders to wake up,
From their wickedness and slumber, and
Offer hope and fun to those who are weary.

When will the beautiful ones be born?

When will the good and caring ones arrive?
This place of oppression that has no human dignity

It is therefore my wish that my massages be carried

To the young ones, on
Whom the future depends on to be a better place for all human.
 24.
WARNING TO RICH OPPRESORS.

Now listen, you rich people,

Weep and wail because of the misery
That is coming upon you
Your wealth has rotted, and
Moths have eaten your clothes
Your gold and silver are corroded,
Their corrosion will testify against you
And eat your flesh like fire
You have hoarded wealth in the last days.
Look! The wages you failed to pay the workmen, who
Mowed your fields are crying out against you
The cries of the harvesters have reached
The ears of the lord almighty
You have lived on earth in luxury and self-indulgence
You have fattened yourselves in the day of slaughter
You have condemned and murdered innocent men,
Who were not opposing you.
 25.
DEMOCRACY.

Oh! Democracy, we suffered pains, sorrow,

Hardship, bitterness and death
In the hands of the military
We prayed and prayed for God to give us,
Democracy, so that we can exercise our God given,
Human rights and justice, but democracy you did not come.

Democracy we longed for you so you can turn

The world round and round,
Halt all human suffering, and vanquish death
Yet you did not come.

But now democracy you have come our way

And people were very happy for you democracy
With the hope that you will move the mountains,
Feed the hungry,
Clothe the naked,
Fill the thirsty,
Shelter the wanderers,
Give the needy,
All the beautiful things of life

I taught, you democracy would chase ignorance,

Off the world, for without ignorance
Slavery may never exist
I taught, you democracy can change human mind;
Remove greediness from human life,
Make man to love instead of hate,
Build a classless society –
A society where no man is oppressed
What we have now is not democracy
But demo crazy, which has kicked,
Us with more pains in our ass
 26.
WHAT IS MOST IMPORTANT.

Dear friend, it is time to make a decision,

About life’s true nature
I want us to choose spiritual life
I assures us, “the spirit gives life;
The flesh counts for nothing.

What is the most important thing in your life?

What is even better than food drink,
Clothes and a place to stay?
What is more important than education and job?
Most of us value these highly, yet they help
Life only during our stay in this fleshly body-
Which is all too brief!

Show me your one life’s end and the number of my days;

Let me know how fleeting is my life.
You have made my days a mere handbreadth;
The span of my years is as nothing before you
Each man’s life is but a breadth.
Beside the eternity of life, our years,
Are as nothing,” like steam from a boiling pot
Compared with the total years of earth’s history,
How long is your one life?
 27.
WILL YOU BE ANNOYED IF I SPEAK.

I can’t keep quiet any longer

You have taught many people
And given strength to feeble hands
When someone stumbled, weak and tired,
Your words encouraged him to stand
Now it’s your turn to be in trouble,
And you are too stunned to face it
You should have confidence and hope.

Think back now. Name a single case

Where a righteous man met with disaster
I have seen people plough fields of evil
And sow wickedness like seed;
Now they harvest wickedness like seed;
They roar and growl like lions,
But he silences them and breaks their teeth
Like lions with nothing to kill and eat,
They die, and all their children are scattered.
 28.
ALL FLESH IS LIKE GRASS.

All men (literally all flesh) are like grass,

And all their glory is like the flowers of the field.
The grass withers and the flowers fall because,
The almighty breath blows on them.
Surely the people are grass
See the flower in full bloom:
How delicate are its petals!
How bright it’s colours! Yet the
Flower quickly fades and withers away.

See the young woman: she is like a flower,

So fresh and so attractive yet that
Kind of beauty never lasts all too soon,
She is wrinkled and worn, like her aged mother.
See the young man: how strong and handsome!
He hopes to escape the way is father looks.
He tries to be more healthy and fit.
Yet is youth passes before long,
He too looks old.
He grows frail.
Then he dies.
He is buried in the same soil, as all is forefathers.

No flesh, no matter how young or healthy,

Is strong enough to escape the cycle of aging and death
As much as we love and respect parents,
We must realize that “flesh gives birth to flesh”
From our fleshly parents we receive fleshly life,
Which lasts a few short years, and then is lost.
 29.
ANCIENT WISDOM.

Look for a moment at ancient wisdom;

Consider the truths our parents learnt
Our life is short; we know nothing at all;
We pass like shadows across the earth
But let the ancient wise men teach you;
Listen to what they hard to say;
“Reeds can’t grow where there is no water;
They are never found outside a swamp
If the water dries up, they are the first to wither,
While still too small to be cut and used.

Godless men are like those reeds;

They trust a thread- a spider’s web.
If they lean on a web, will it hold them up?
If they grab for a thread, will it help them stand?”

Evil men sprout like weeds in the sun,

Like weeds that spread all through the garden
Their roots wrap round the stones
And hold fast to every rock
But then pull them up-
No one will ever know they were there.
Yes, that’s all the joy evil men have;
Others now come and take their places.
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HIDE OR DECIDE.

Many are so busy that they forget

Their most important pressing appointment- death
They never see that life can end at any moment
Others are aware, but death seems too horrible
They hide in many places: parties and movies,
That help them pretend; jobs that seem important;
Friends that avoid serious thought;
Even drink and drugs that twist reality
Hiding changes nothing you are flesh and so is your friend
One of you will be laid in the ground if you both pretend,
Neither will be prepared for such reality.
The living one will be heartbroken at the loss
The dead will be gone forever.
“The dust returns to the ground it came from,
And the spirit returns to him who gave it.”
I urge us to be wise before our turn comes
It is better to go to a house of mourning
Than to go to a house of feasting,
For death is the destiny of every man;
The living should take this to heart.
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I KNOW OF A PRESIDENT.

Going from one thing to another,

Without a definite plan or purpose
And without enthusiasm:
Wandering around in desultory fashion
Her people live in complete destitution
With a government that is disequilibrium
Lacking obvious source.

Her people has been disemboweled

And left with a disembodied voice
With no body to disentangle the truth,
From the official statistics,
Things are no longer properly organized:
After her disastrous election results,
The opposition parties are in some disarray.

There are signs of growing disaffection among her people.

Some disaffected members left to form a new government
Agitating for self government,
Because some dipsomaniacs took over government
Now the country is in a dreadful state of dilapidation
Because her boss is a real dilly-dally dictator.
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SELF- GLORIFICATION OF SOME POETS.

Making their selves appear better than they are

Praising and glorifying their selves as a globules
Of wax from a candle
In their poem which glorifies the horrors
Of there glean glib.

Their poems are like the cackle of hens;

Their caesura is like that of cadaver
Waiting to be buried.

They write like an organization of Byzantine complexity

Praising, glorifying their selves in there
Poems like a wet buzzard.

They are like wired shrieks heard in the dark

Waiting to be sucked into a waste pipe.

They should either wallow in Wall Street,

Than writing poem in self praise or glorification

They should stop writing Urdu,

And face realities or call it quit in poetry.
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WHEN THINGS ARE FINE WITH YOU.

You will become friend to many from far and near,

The roses will all be yours just at a beckon,
Your relatives will increase in number.

The gods will be on your side,

Angels will continuously sing praises of you
The saints will adore you.

Your words will become orders,

Your wrongs rights will all be,
And your folly will become wisdom.

Nobles will even stand for you to sit

Kings and queens will offer you seat,
Chiefs will like to dine with you.

Yes, successful ones are friends of the world!

Only those who succeed are good planners
For the end has justified the means.

But, uneasy lies the head that wears the crown still,
Because not all who laughs with you are friends
For whom the gods love seldom lasts.

So, watch it, watch it fellow:

The sweet-carpet you are walking on
Could turn flowing blood-
When things are fine with you.
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WHAT GONNA HAPPEN TO THE WORLD IF MEN WERE GOD.

Bin laden, the commander-in-chief of terrorists,

And the most dangerous man on this earth,
Could have destroyed the earth.

Natural disasters could have be in the increase,

Men could have sized the air we breathe,
Vegetations could have grown weary.

The earth would have been conquered-

Poverty and diseases could have been everywhere,
Mighty erections that gladden the minds of those
That may not see the inside would have spring up.

Energy crisis could have been everywhere,

Nuclear advancements everyday,
Instability in world economy

Armageddon could have approached,

They could have been no peace period in history;

Very far are we from the shore of disarmament:

Bell of war rings all round,
Morality declines,
Religion old fashion it is now
I know of today,
But I know not of tomorrow
If men were God
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JUST WHAT IS LIFE

Just what is life?

Those who’ve not really seen,
Claim to have;
And those that have,
Cannot say.

A bundle of problems is what it’s made up of.

For a smooth journey has no fascinating story to tell,
And a life without problems has never been lived.
That is its- ups and downs.

The great ones put it in various ways

But, the sand of time it is,
On which all struggle to set foot-prints
Some really succeed others do not.

Time and tide respect no one;

The sunrise can’t be hurried;
But, the sun can’t be stopped from rising either
Thus indeed, life is just a continuous struggle.
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