A BIG SURPRISE

thought that it was a sweet bird
chick, darling baby
therefore very much firmly
he was surprised
when he felt a claw
of the lion, at dawn...

when everyone lied dormant
in feather quilts
to the garden he dashed off jauntily
but he didn't hear
and no longer he will hear
so that somebody loudly applauds him

before him an gate is slammed shut
and somewhere he lost
keys on the way
he got into a panic, when he saw
tracks of the lion
and he became, scared sorely

because it was
a lioness zodiacal
beauty, nice,
but unpredictable,
she also had the key to the garden
and she didn't forget it at all

she threw the key away somewhere into the distance
saying in addition - for me sorrow isn't
and who will find the key to the garden
the one he will try delicious honey
and it doesn't walk here about 'small pocket'
and certainly not for none 'money box'

I will give the SECRET
away for you friends
needed small
what well is hitting
thanks to it every man
lives :)

Maria Barbara Korynt

A dreams about the power

he is dreaming
of the youth
how he lies on hay,
on the back,
and young girls
in colour dresses
a sunny day,
lies stuffy
heat from the sky
and that May...

and today

nothing for him more
aren't needed

only

on the back
on hay, and....

the crowing
of a cock

but

the watch stood
spoiled battery.

Maria Barbara Korynt

Strangers

I’m a stranger to the family from which I derive,
I’m a stranger to the place in which I reside,
I’m a stranger for following the Straight way,
I’m a stranger for to Whom I have decided to pray,
I’m a stranger to the dark because I have hope,
I’m a stranger to pain because I can now cope.
When guidance is revealed, ignorance subsides,
When a servant is true, in Allaah he confides,
Pain like daggers and thorns claw at him as their food,
But he is constant and firm, he knows of fortitude,
The tidal waves bang him, claps upon his head the thunder,
Yet he is constant and firm, and will not stop to blunder.
Running through the wide world so wild,
Practice and freedom of choice so limited and mild,
Soaking in an ocean of ones own tears,
Yet defeating such ghastly fears,
The believer is consistent in pleasing His lord,
What more from this life can he really afford?
The strangest of the strange are the strangers of belief,
Whose life maybe a prison house, yet they gain victory against grief,
The strangest of the strange are those whose defense
Is for Allah alone, submission and striving with a will so intense,
The strangest of the strange, know dear friend,
Are those standing for their Lord, and upon Him they depend.
I’m a stranger to the family from which I derive,
I’m a stranger to the place in which I reside,
I’m a stranger to the dark because I have hope,
I’m a stranger to pain because I can now cope,
I’m a stranger because I have chosen to be,
I’m a stranger, a stranger and this is my identity.

Rukhsar Ahmed