Habib A. Zakari Poems

Dreams die
And their loss are lamented

Before many eyes that hold them high
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Many a times it start like a river
It flows and flows
Through a channel that we can’t chose
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My friend to me you are a route
The path I count on in mazes of foes
My friend you are eyes in my head's rear
Your sight is my vision where mine sees not
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Today you lie and do nothing
Is worm is better than you
It crawl here it crawl there
And your mind can’t make you move
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Come to table kindreds alike
we are no strangers to our manor's tale
Our meals have new flavor
We shall now take tea with bile
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Our wishes
Are treated
Like varnishing line
Of streak on water
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Time comes when we are bounded
we become tied by two choices
One pointing here and another there
We get tangled in thoughts unresolved
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