Poetry comes from good observations and bad experiences in life. ( easternpen )
"I don't know who am I and that's a poet" easternpen
Hi readers, I am Ghulam Muhayyudin from Kot Pindi Dass Pakistan and I have always been inspired by nature, loved nature and that thing took me to praise beauty, whether it's the masterpiece of nature or the center of attraction for beauty worshippers or fools like me.
And here is my first poem and I will try to improve myself with your suggestions.
Do you Remember
Remember those beauties that blossom
Remember those Rains and with them
Remember we used to heal our pains
Remember that weather and thunderous cloud
Nature playing its music aloudRemember we were both nature lovers
Remember those rains without covers
And remember those green meadows
Remember the trees and the shadows
Remember we used to dine together
Remember you were mine forever
And remember those winter's grains too
We played in jungles and plains too
I know, you may call it "Taboo"
Or my agnosticism or "Dejavoo"
While there, all the time, I saw you
If you remember those moments of joy
Then also recall grieves by your guys
Remember the deserts of sorrow that
I passed bare-footed without a hat
Don't you remember that old teenager
Some called white, some said the gold teenager
Remember, there were many things to remember
And think deeply, then, I was just a teenager
And all of my gadgets weren't well and major
I have been everywhere with you
Whatever it is the sea, we've gone through
Now, I lost everything in your hope
And the poverty put me on the slope
Now, I remember your words but you don't
Now, I release the birds but you don't
I remember, you said, "I will remember"
Now, you're conditioning that with December
Now I've got all that I didn't remember
Everyone is a friend here but just till December
The December of wealth and illusion
Will make you feel your infusion
Remember, my friend, about our love
For us, It was beyond all and far above
Then remember the way you treated me
Took my peace away and hated me
But remember that I will be back soon
With the secrets of Elixirs and Philosopher's Stone
Then at that time, I will be the king of the kings
With the diamonds on my necklace, with golden rings
Remember, it will be true soon
I will be the owner of the moon
By
Ghulam Muhayyudin or easternpen
- Email: gmuhayyudin@hotmail.com
I think you should not
Consider these words
Really appealing and
Should think that
It's just a beggar
On its duty and
just forget about
All of my synthetic tears
And painful expressions
As two different directions
Now call me, just for money
And I am looking at both of them
Just for money
Which is, obviously, very funny
Now let me calculate
What have I got
From getting betrayed
To this negative mind
From every luxury avoiding me
From the sun increases its burn
From the left poppy addiction
Without money, no lubricants
From the dim light coming to me
From them, who avoids to
Promote my tears and wounds
And from all that bounds me
With all the above-stated things
And I got nothing but just an addiction
To repeat my death until the death of the death
And do all that without friction
So, now I got to go to die
And kill me again and again
And you please, be careful with humans
And be safe without strain
By
Ghulam Muhayyudin or easternpen
Hi my readers thank you for the time to read my poems, but my second poem is awaiting its title, so I invite my readers to suggest a name please, your suggestion will be considered seriously. Please suggest me a tag for this one at:
gmuhayyudin@hotmail.com
I am free to write for money, oh yes true honey. I am free now waiting to write more beautiful poems. You will see the real voice there in my poems. The voice of the soul. So feel free to order poems on my fiverr.com gig to get poems transmuting your dreams.
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My Email:
gmuhayyudin@hotmail.com



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