Sudais Green Poems
The Blessed Month Of Ramadan
As the gleam of the sun brightens the day, the glittering of the stars give hope to the densed dark night, and as the moon beam beautifies the thick clouds, there comes to the world a blessed month.
Monsters Against One
As I walked slowly down the lane in the middle of the night, I saw a woman in black, right in front of me. She was neither going nor coming nor motionless,
The Pangs Of Her Heart
my eyes are filled with tears, gushing out like water-fountain, and my conscience ever haunting, with an unstable mind I scribe,
The Day I Expire (Part One)
Raining cat and rat or raining sheep and goat is not my problem, a phenomenon that sends my mind elsewhere, in solitude or in hullabaloo.
They kept us alive, we make them endure, we wither, when they care not, we blossom, when they do care,
A New Day
The night has elapsed, the beautiful morning has taken it's position. As it blows it's fresh and relaxing breeze on the skin of man, showers it's dew on leaves and plants alike, from it the bright day emanates, with the sun up above the sky, with it's rays piercing through the ozone towards the earth; from this, the sun sets to bring a thin darkness, as the seconds continue to counts, so, the thickness and density of the darkness increases
They kept us alive, we make them endure,
we wither, when they care not,
we blossom, when they do care,
Forever, we cannot shake off the dust of their touch,
the rays of their warm gaze,
and the affirnity from their heart.
It's even crazy to think about that.