Tabir Alam Poems

Men clad in white robes
prayers on Mount Arafat
the doors wide open
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Howling winter winds
tossing and turning on bed
counting all the sheep
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White daisy petals
she loves me, she loves me not
sticky decision
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Two lovers strolling
picking roses by the hills
a table for two
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poet went sailing
awry and misunderstood
storm in a teacup
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Walking through a breezy meadows
field of daisies and clear blue skies
she recalled the moment shared together
plucking a petal one at a time
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The stork of the bayou still waded for a mile,
at the moor offshore the feet felt frozen;
the thought of you will make me smile,
what more in store to meet in person.
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Teasing around with romantic flirting
response was cold 'coz not captivating
such a stupid joke
from a funny bloke
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