Covid Riddle

I am Riddle 

I was Born to distract you 

A knowledge made to mis-track you 

A foresight to miss guide you 

 

Make you love me unconditionally 

At the same time hate me wholeheartedly 

I am fictitious so you cannot see me 

 

Swift like the river on a quiet evening 

Bright like the wind, if you envision me 

Mighty and strong like the jungle that raised me

 

1,2,3 you cannot count me

I am a king and queen, you cannot stereotype me 

Dead and alive so you cannot kill me

 

I was born and I became strong 

I was forged as someone’s vision 

I was born with that vision 

 

I can fly, I can swim 

I can climb, up and down like a stream 

I can laugh, I can sing, a poetry I seem 

 

I go black when it’s dark 

I go bright when every where is light 

In hindsight, I created to control your mind 

 

My Purpose remains a mystery

My impact shall never be forgotten in history

My sins are not mine but yours to reveal

 

Riddle me and rid you of me

My name is Covid

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The golden Charmer

Knighted child in golden armor

Mattered not should ye be son to a farmer

A lawyer, doctor or even a Governor

The circle of life never existed in only one harbour

Yet this reality can be manipulated by a charmer

 

Knighted child in golden armor

Life seemed flexible from every angle in the mirror

Once away from the shadows of leisure

One would find the storm had never been heavier

Ye had only been sheltered under the family umbrella

 

A tradition of cosset

Shielded from all obstacles from birth

Ye’s Kindred meant no harm but good

Little did they forget the jungle is made of different woods

Some might be hard, and some soft

Ones Texture dictates the rationale behind his growth

 

A tradition of cosset

A facade to the feeble minded

A misplacement of value

Such tender a generation where trust weighs more than truth

A rooted foundation that warps our youth

 

Stories are told

Yet the truth remains to unfold

If the ultimate power is control

Then, a knighted child was only a means to a certain goal

How destructive a force yet attractive like gold

 

A knighted child in golden armor

Fell victim to the tradition of cosset

In plain sight is the absence of physical harm

While being ignorant to the notion of mental and emotional wants

To survive, the golden child needs to develop his personal charm

 

COPYRIGHT © AHMAD ABDUL-ONE, 2019.

One More Miles

When the road seems dark

and the storm begins to hound at you

thunder after thunder that forced your eyes to rain a drop or two

when all hope is by the edge 

the least of your pain is your head

when your life seems pointless 

it becomes very easy for you to lose your focus

 

Everything becomes personal

A little banter and you feel insulted 

the available ears doesn’t seem to listen 

so you become reckless and your attitude careless

You ponder about death but it is not an option

 

You start to think to yourself why life isn’t fair 

you somehow have the strength but the energy has disappeared 

the storm gets heavier and no one seems to care

you start to hope for light from any angle 

“You will get a different mind frame when you have been through the jungle”

 

Your stress turns into depression

A little misunderstanding turns into aggression 

you begin to lose all hopes on salvation

now your daily routine is just going through the motion

where every second of the day you are in your emotions

 

You should not count what you have lost

For counting will not alter your past

The future is unknown 

A reality that awaits to be foretold

Shall Ye keep Ye head high, Ye has one more mile to go

 

With patience comes perseverance 

but to begin with, your situation needs your wholehearted acceptance 

if whatever pain is temporary 

it is only right you strive relentless for your happiness

because this is your journey, and you have one more mile to go

 

COPYRIGHT © AHMAD ABDUL-ONE, 2019.

20 Questions (it’s Never too late)

What happened to the Human Sanity

How would things change in my community

Why do we have to suffer from our FAMILY TREE

Where could we find ourselves peace

When can we put ourselves on the right side of history

What happened to our Human Will

How did we allow them dwindle our humanity

Why do we have to suffer from our FAMILY TREE

Where can we go in search of harmony

When do we gear up to revamp our society

What happened to Human Love

How difficult is it to find joy

Why do you use your pain as a reason to destroy

Where in your journey did you lose hope

When will you be ready to embrace your people not just the ones at home

What happened to your Human Rights

How did you let it fly off like a kite

Why are you always waiting for someone to take control of your life

Where inside you can you awaken the fight

When will you be ready to experience Life!

Why Do They Keep Pushing Me

why do they keep pushing me

I thought we are family,

you’ all should be supporting me

when I take the wrong route’ correcting me

when I say the wrong things’ coaching me

when I fall off my feet’ lifting me

when I get hurt’ comforting me

 

why do they keep pushing me

I thought we are friends,

you’ all should be standing right beside me

when I get into a fight, you fight for me

when I mess up in life, you cover for me

when I break the code, you hug and forgive me

when I am lonely, you are lonely with me

 

why do they keep pushing me

I thought you are my girl,

you should be comforting me

when I cry, you cry with me

when I am sad, you bring the happy out of me

when I am negative, you push your positive inside me

when I break your heart, you listen to my apology

cause when I am in love…, I want only you beside me

 

AHMAD ABDUL-ONE  © COPYRIGHT 2017.