Laymans Poems
Confusion
Oh God help me out
Because I cannot
Make out why the hell
I need to quell
The emanating thought
From infinity to nought
That fill my skull
And make me mull
The ghost that we prod
The God that we bond
To talk about God
Is intresting, sometimes odd
I understand the devil
That he is evil
I cannot understand God
For he is incomprehensible
Some are afraid of Ghost
And some are afraid of God
But afraid we are
Humans that we are.
-Ahsan Ghori
LIVING IN TWO DIFFERENT WORLDS
He sits on his bed
Of wooden planks
Balancing upon piles
Of bricks
His black eyes
Sunk into a tiny skull
Dull pools, which hold
A lifetime of pain
Stick-like arms
Lie across his
swollen stomach
His breathing is shallow
He is too weak to move
Nine years old,
And slowly dying
Because he does not have
Enough to eat
He sits on a padded chair.
Chubby fingers thumping
At the computer keyboard
In one corner of his bedroom
His tiny eyes, almost
disappearing
Into his round face
Glazed by the long hours
Of staring at the screen
A plump stomach bulges out
From beneath his T-shirt
His breathing is heavy.
He is too tired to play outside
Nine years old
And slowly dying
Because he has
Too much to eat.
Two boys
Two countries
Same world.
I've not been grumpy this fine day
No greed or anger have I shown
Or envied what is not my own
I've not been mean in things I've said
But soon I must get out of bed
And when I do,dear God, I'm sure
I'll need your help a great deal more.
These were the words of my sister
True, you have left us it is past a year
All I have is memories, a heart
Full of love & my eyes full of tears
To remember your love right through the years
Your warmth & caring somehow they belong
Strengthening my sense of right & wrong
How much I love you I cannot say
It is more than words can say
I know, I haven’t been the child I should
With love & patience I understood
The love u gave us will make me sail
Through the travail of life's trail
How lucky I was to have had you
Abba,no one can replace you
-Ahsan Ghori
The Gift
An Angel No Matter
When she came into this world
She did not cry
She received light blows to make her cry
God, she’s my daughter, my daughter
They said she’s is born with a syndrome
She is an angel no matter
They name it Down’s,21 trisome(y)
This occurs because of the extra chromosome
She’s now almost eight
Her ears have closed tight
The invisible waves which travel through the air
Cannot tickle her ear for her to hear
But they tickle my eyes for a tear
To cascade on my cheek
And I become meek
God, she is my angel daughter no matter no matter.
: Ahsan Ghori
My note: This was the feeling(a poem if u can call it) when I learnt my daughter lost her hearing ability
Oh God help me out
Because I cannot
Make out why the hell
I need to quell
The emanating thought
From infinity to nought
That fill my skull
And make me mull
The ghost that we prod
The God that we bond
To talk about God
Is intresting, sometimes odd
I understand the devil
That he is evil
I cannot understand God
For he is incomprehensible
Some are afraid of Ghost
And some are afraid of God
But afraid we are
Humans that we are.
-Ahsan Ghori
Two worlds
LIVING IN TWO DIFFERENT WORLDS
He sits on his bed
Of wooden planks
Balancing upon piles
Of bricks
His black eyes
Sunk into a tiny skull
Dull pools, which hold
A lifetime of pain
Stick-like arms
Lie across his
swollen stomach
His breathing is shallow
He is too weak to move
Nine years old,
And slowly dying
Because he does not have
Enough to eat
He sits on a padded chair.
Chubby fingers thumping
At the computer keyboard
In one corner of his bedroom
His tiny eyes, almost
disappearing
Into his round face
Glazed by the long hours
Of staring at the screen
A plump stomach bulges out
From beneath his T-shirt
His breathing is heavy.
He is too tired to play outside
Nine years old
And slowly dying
Because he has
Too much to eat.
Two boys
Two countries
Same world.
-Ahsan Ghori
Dear God
I've not been grumpy this fine day
No greed or anger have I shown
Or envied what is not my own
I've not been mean in things I've said
But soon I must get out of bed
And when I do,dear God, I'm sure
I'll need your help a great deal more.
-Ahsan Ghori
Dad's Love
These were the words of my sister
True, you have left us it is past a year
All I have is memories, a heart
Full of love & my eyes full of tears
To remember your love right through the years
Your warmth & caring somehow they belong
Strengthening my sense of right & wrong
How much I love you I cannot say
It is more than words can say
I know, I haven’t been the child I should
With love & patience I understood
The love u gave us will make me sail
Through the travail of life's trail
How lucky I was to have had you
Abba,no one can replace you
-Ahsan Ghori
The Gift
An Angel No Matter
When she came into this world
She did not cry
She received light blows to make her cry
God, she’s my daughter, my daughter
They said she’s is born with a syndrome
She is an angel no matter
They name it Down’s,21 trisome(y)
This occurs because of the extra chromosome
She’s now almost eight
Her ears have closed tight
The invisible waves which travel through the air
Cannot tickle her ear for her to hear
But they tickle my eyes for a tear
To cascade on my cheek
And I become meek
God, she is my angel daughter no matter no matter.
: Ahsan Ghori
My note: This was the feeling(a poem if u can call it) when I learnt my daughter lost her hearing ability
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