Kataali Firdaus Tiyumli

Your adorable face glows like a morning grace I have seen pretty faces yours is  exquisite I see your face with my eyes closed and it gives me some solace every single day I see your name even in the darkness written with the flames of love's " madness " I hear your name when the wind is blowing Your beauty I can't blame for you are so amazing I hear your name from the whispers of the dumb And it is not a shame that I have to succumb From the chambers Of my dream land I hear your voice Echoing from afar A true daughter of this land You are my Disney star Last night in the dark I looked into the mirror All I could see your glittering face Smiling like a new bride Your voice So mellifluous Well modulated And irresistible In every music I hear your voice Singing in a fruity exotic And pleasing choice You are more than a treasure that I can't even measure You enhance my leisure You are my pleasure Written By: Moham

A WOMAN'S SOLEMN CRY The clouds has grown dark. Bending herself like an ark . Frawning her face to the cry of the fatherless in a try to endure and ensure that they fight and  cure the wounds of life's foul mar. It is in this ignominious place that we cherish opulence than our own blessed semen And our pregnant women Yet we claim to be "men" They toil in the sun While you have more than fun Our duties, we shun And take a  "temple run" They are left with pain Beaten by the rain In the company of loneliness And Sighing with bitterness That blessed semen kicks out With fear it cried out Asking questions in an alien language For he came without a luggage Into this old but strange planet With his golden tenet Being his formality Thrashed away by reality  And why won't this dreary World be Scary When men are now monkeys Jumping from tree to tree Making women donkeys The best we do is flee This is more than they bargain