| Poetry: On The Way |
| Poet: Sabidin Ibrahim |
| Category: Lyrics |
| It was 4 am in the morning, 2 hours yet to see the sun Some poetry were knocking at my vulnerable door! I was planning to sleep, All was ready! I set my body unmoved as a statue - They were knocking hard; and they were noisy! They grinned at me in extreme laughter- I compromised with them and opened the door- and they all entered into the room in torrents And together we colored my scripts with the ink of my heart! * Some ghostly,demonic,terrible poetry were knocking at my door at the dead end of my night- They were grinning at me fearfully! I've to whip at the back of my sleep- Gentle sleep gone away too far riding on the horse of insomnia- I opened the door;and immediately my script filled with those demonic figures! * the pen was there the cap was open ink was full but nothing to write. * poetry awestrucked me so words were gushing forth from heart as the tears of the eyes. * the spark that come,had gone- will it come? Who knows? I know not- |
| Enigma's of Intimacy |
| Poet: Sabidin Ibrahim |
| Category: Break up |
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I'm very near to you-
Only seven ocean between us. And there are weighty waves,strange storms and cruel currents. We're so close- Only some great galaxies between us- And there are so many starry stars,plenty planets and saucy satellites in between! |
| Life:Nothing to define |
| Poet: Sabidin Ibrahim |
| Category: Life |
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I'm drifting from here to nowhere
Not knowing what course my life will take or will not take either. It's tossing vulnerably- It's losing balance- Life don't know- What way to go-! |
| Colonial Camouflage |
| Poet: Sabidin Ibrahim |
| Category: Hate |
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With the bible,dollar and gun in hand
You came to us-O,white god! You did take much you gave and continue taking away tearing our bosoms! We're mistaken,misinformed,misguided with the mystique manners you manuevered masterfully. The hurts that you gave in our back-blood still gush forth from it. White fathers,leave us now! You gave us many We don't need any! It'll overload us. If you don't go We'll not tolerate more- We'll drop those in your back and It'll be broken as the burden is too weighty as you can dream. |
| Politico-Bangladesh |
| Poet: Sabidin Ibrahim |
| Category: Hate |
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O,beloved mother
What sons are we? Begotten of your soil! Coward,gluttonous,greedy beast. We are devoid of spirit that Drives to deep goodness. We are 'hollow man' 'Our headpiece filled with straws.' We are not fit for anything We are a box of nothing! Your beloved heart is ravished Ravished and raped by the interlopers. We are playing chess with them. We have lost our heroism Bravery is a rare thing to found. Crazy men are caged Beautiful woman had to Come outside from their hearth To rule our unmanly man. |
| Mornings and Me in Disharmony |
| Poet: Sabidin Ibrahim |
| Category: Nature |
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Mornings are preety ruscal!
They're not welcoming me as they used to do.. They're keeping me outside the greeneries of the green garden of peace for many days.. I'm missing my rides on foot upon the wheels of morning! As the sun you are calling me waving your white hands I must listen I must take bath in the ray of your calling..! |
