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Badtameez/ Little Suleiman

Little Suleiman draw what he see–flowers, bees, sun

Little Suleiman draw of an imaginary shaks also

Bearded, red eye with a gun–he knows it’s AK-47

That day Little Suleiman draw what moallem asked them to draw–

Daily lifeyour neighborhoodyour familyanything

He draw…he show…the hand that used to pat him on back slapped him…


Little Suleiman draw what he see–uniformed men, tank, her little sister

Little Suleiman draw an imaginary world where he & little Noor are together

Noor, his little sister, has turn ten last week; he had saw her on niqaah last

The hand that embrace him, comfort him on that occassion few months ago

Embrace him but to throw him in the store, in the dark.


Little Suleiman draw in moonlight the rats, the sacks with charcoal.

The collage of his drawing silvery slitted image of what he saw

Is fodder for rats. Little Suleiman look at it…his abba, the red eyed bearded–

With gun pointed at the pir…he was a maulabi Little Suleiman know…

–xx–

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Guest Post #4: No Mas, Keep Calm & Carry On and Few More Poems (Cherry)

After a month break I am back with the Monday Guest Post. Today is Tuesday though, but, this week post just left me puzzled. Last 3 times it was an essay each week. This week I had to select poems from a beautiful and talented blogger friend of mine who goes by name Cherry and whose blog name is Rainbow

She is a dedicated Daily Prompt attemptor. Her poem I love to read because of the style, which I have already named Cherry-Style, she writes. Another factor is her depiction of daily life–her and around. So here’s 7 of her poems that I chose to reflect her personality as poetess. And I will request you all to visit her blog to get more surprise through her writings. Please pay a visit to her and I guaranteed, you’ll like her writings. 

Please pay a visit to her and I guaranteed, you’ll like her writings. And don’t forget to comment on this post. The poetess herself will reply to you. Continue reading

Crow

 

Any day you can’t see

the crow which has a

notable white stripe over

the protruded beak and

a queer round head, two

or three or a dense bunch

of hair brushing the breeze

of the late cloudy noon. Yes,

a late cloudy noon or early

summer morn or autumnal

eve it comes and sit on the

grill of my ‘lone balcony. It 

never caws. Only bask in 

the breeze closing its eye.

Bits of biscuits or bread or

rice mixed with curry, when 

offered, it look at first like it’s

trying to read my mind, then

hop on the grill for few turns,

looking a’one is there or not,

‘fore it start having the offering

and then fly away after knocking

the grill with its beak. You can’t see

the crow any day (you want).

#A’one is anyone

A-Z Challenge Day#1: A for Animal (Crow)

National Poem Write Month Day #1: Kay-Ryan-esque Poem (Please comment on my attempt)

Stream of Consciousness Saturday (04/01/2017): Any