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Peace, True Peace

ImageBrother Yahya Naqvi with his latest poetic prose on that ever elusive peace the world yearns for.

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Yahya Naqvi

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When I reached for the stars
And I lived in the sky
When a little toy car
Brought a twinkle to the eye

Now I walk on the ground
And few are my goals
So much I have found
But misplaced my soul

Peace, true peace
Is in simple things we adore

I confused left from right
And mom’s kiss healed the pain
When a lullaby at night
Helped drift to another plane

Now, I see things clearly
Well, I’ve memorized pages
I miss lullabies dearly
Haven't slept well in ages

Peace, true peace
Is in simple things we adore

Wake me from my somber sleep
Where nightmares eat my dreams
I stare down a cliff so steep
At the bottom is a cave so deep
Always the same repeating theme
I stare, but don't jump
I'm scared, but don't scream

The man within kills the boy
Growing ambitions kill the joy

So, I pace the rhythm from my chest
A panicked heart inside my breast
Remembering the ways in which I'm blessed
Forgiving the worst, forgetting the rest

Then my forehead softly touches the floor
The soul that was bleeding, a mind that was sore
Are healed and bandaged to hurt no more
I realize what I did not before

Peace, true peace
Is in simple things we adore

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  • waiting for the one

    So, I pace the rhythm from my chest
    A panicked heart inside my breast
    Remembering the ways in which I’m blessed
    Forgiving the worst, forgetting the rest

    Then my forehead softly touches the floor
    The soul that was bleeding, a mind that was sore
    Are healed and bandaged to hurt no more
    I realize what I did not before

    i love this bit,

    wallahi brother ur poems are amazing

    keep it up

  • Al-Ain

    Perfect 10

  • Fatema

    S/a.

    ‘Then my forehead softly touches the floor
    The soul that was bleeding, a mind that was sore
    Are healed and bandaged to hurt no more
    I realize what I did not before’

    Did you mean sujud bro? Or is it just the way it flowed through your pen?

    Well done on your peoms. M/a they are good. 🙂

    W.s