Almost Mukarabeen ... used to be Abid ...
now thrown from 7th Heaven to 7th hell. !!!
Arrogance and Insincerity Kills thousands of prayers !!!
All the contents are made to create consciousness about the justice and fairness for the needy and the poor. I want to give my best to assist in any way to give care and attention to the poverty, education for children and post war related issues. I will try my best to give real meaning of care and compassion with intention to reach out to the ground and personally manage the mission. With PEACE & LOVE .
Sunday, 16 February 2014
Tuesday, 4 February 2014
Sunday, 12 January 2014
Good Person
A good person will choose not to see the bad in human
but
Might opt to see what is the good value within.
Wednesday, 8 January 2014
Ghostly Touch
The dream was coming with your whisper
Along the misty night, dark in white
Fogging behind the slowing river
Fear was rising for heart couldn't bite to swallow the bright.
Silent in the world of dorks
Nothing from human could pass this bridge
Consternation bound a breath far from ribs
Cage in nightmare.
Looking into the eyes of hollow
Found no piece of wisdom
Bloody anger, rage and terror
Feed the angst against soul of mine
Roaring hatred , sipping the last calmness dry
Throne of the darkness was theirs
Proclaimed by sworn animosity
A dread of ill deeds done so much evil
Couldn't keep a soul clean
Tainted with black vibe of spirit
To keep themselves alive
I must die.
Along the misty night, dark in white
Fogging behind the slowing river
Fear was rising for heart couldn't bite to swallow the bright.
Silent in the world of dorks
Nothing from human could pass this bridge
Consternation bound a breath far from ribs
Cage in nightmare.
Looking into the eyes of hollow
Found no piece of wisdom
Bloody anger, rage and terror
Feed the angst against soul of mine
Roaring hatred , sipping the last calmness dry
Throne of the darkness was theirs
Proclaimed by sworn animosity
A dread of ill deeds done so much evil
Couldn't keep a soul clean
Tainted with black vibe of spirit
To keep themselves alive
I must die.
Daughter ( I )
My daughter is asking me
About one ringgit
For her would have one.
Quietly , I withdrew the blue note
Passing it to her and I keep stand still
with Eyes
Travelling on her foot.
She was heading straight
Not the stall of fruits
Not to the stall of drinks
Nowhere but to the bagger
who lost his leg
dirty clothes
that other's child must run away.
She came back
asking me
Why people , do not want to help
Place him good
Let him clean.
My answer,
Let your mother wage her way
Pray for her to be rich
and she could help more people.
She smile,
Mama, I love you
and proud of you
She walks with enormous hope and pride
For her understand
My thought.
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