When the eagle snatches
The hen can we believe
It's searching for food

And the fire set to
Burn the farm under
The pretence of removing some dust

How wittious is the
Camel to pour the desert
In a cup?

The cave may look tiny
But can be a cemetery
To a flock of elephants

Is the barking of a
dog vicious enough
to scare the cat?

Giving water to an athlete
Is like feeding a
thirsty soul

why should a bicycle
attract attention in
the market of aeroplanes?

It's not surprising if
One day the judge
Faces the gallous

One signifies unity
But eleven is dual even
On the ninth-God abhors partnership

The rocket can reach
The moon, safe landing
Is exclusively for the just

Solid ice would melt
one day to be drunk
by the kids

A hero in the night
A zero in the day
"O" is nothing but a hole

the thief finds his way
on the roof, can't he passes through
the door if sincere enough

only the coward fights
his enemy on the screen
why not fish him from the studio?

Can the poem jail the pain
And make an impact
on the paper?

Poerrorism is the method
Employed when the poem
Looses weight

Soon the pen will celebrate
Victory and jubilate in the
Library of poems

©MUHAMMAD JAMEEL YUSHA'U - 2001

   Dream slaughtered

And we begin slaughtering
Our dreams
Burying peace in the
Cemetery of anarchy
The ancient city is burning
Congested roads filled with
Hungry lions
Today the commercial companions
Have turned into enemies
The guest is fighting the host

I weep with the eyes of my heart
I ponder with the mind of my poem
As it shade tears for the innocent victims

Peace sings again
As people bargain
In the shop of reconciliation
And the town is dressed
In the gown of laughter

©MUHAMMAD JAMEEL YUSHA'U - 2001

   e

And the precious arrow stroke
The heart of my thought

And my conscience is bleeding
The blood of concern

And the attention of the poem
Is stolen by another pen

And the injury of my wound

Is shy of my poem

And the poem in my thought
Is honest indeed

And the ink of my pen swallowed
The pen of writing

And the canoe of poetry
Is still paddling in the river of hope

And the e in my f
Is waiting for the g

©MUHAMMAD JAMEEL YUSHA'U - 2001

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