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I appreciate…

"I appreciate my dish even though it aint hot...For i have seen families with an empty pot" Mogadishu, Somalia 2011

Mogadishu, Somalia 2011

I appreciate…

I appreciate dry bread
For millions forgot how it feels to be fed

I appreciate that slice of tomato
 For its value only the hungry will know

I appreciate that bowl of rice
For a hungry child, even a lil will suffice

I appreciate that dish with less salt
For babies die of hunger, and its not their fault

I appreciate yesterday’s lunch
For poverty in Africa, has caused my brothers to walk hunchd

I appreciate my dish even though it aint hot
For I have seen families with an empty pot

O Allah, i appreciate your provision despite  my sins
For i have seen children search in bins

~Yusuf Omar~
@poetrypencil

That Yellow Rock

As friends and folk go on and make fun
I raise my gaze to the smiling sun
Its silent whisper brings forth a frown
For in its rays, inspiration I found

It never replies when mockery would call
Critics and haters would never make it fall
Evil as a witch or stubborn as a wall
It happily gives light to one and all

People complain of heat, but it never talks
When its time to go home it packs and walks
As morning comes in, without a whine
Its back to serve all of mankind

There are critics and those that speak bad
There are those that try to make it sad
But never did he lose his anger and go mad
never did he fail, always cared

We will always find those that speak behind our back
Those who, in intelligence will lack
But even if they take every opportunity to mock
I will follow this amazing yellow rock

I will serve each man the friendship seed
And burn the fire, for my guests I will feed
The methods of my enemies I will indeed shun
And adopt the method of the humble sun

I look up and think there can be nothing greater
Then I realize surely it must have a Creator
And if this rock’s qualities are the best I have seen
Imagine the qualities of that superior being

~Yusuf Omar~

Feelings

If i were to mock your mum or dad
You would break inside all hurt and sad

If i had to ridicule your husband or wife
The decision would be made that i have no place in your life

If i insulted your beloved daughter or son
Your emotions would be stirred whilst i have fun

If i speak against those that are dear
Its waves of emotions that i will have to fear

Muhammad (SAW) is more dear to me than my own blood
When you insult my Prophet, you asking for emotions to flood

Its nothing extreme, it all makes sense
You hurt my feelings and i take offence

I dont justify killings or violence
But dont expect me to sit back in silence

If you dont agree with the man, at least lets live like brothers
I might not share your beliefs, but i will never mock others

So please my friend, i love you for you are my fellow being
Just don’t insult Muhammad (SAW), i believe he is the greatest this world has ever seen

~Yusuf Omar~
@poetrypencil

I Have Learnt

I have learnt that he who at night finds tears
Dawns a new day to find abundant cheers

I have learnt that whatever life throws down our path
There is a supreme being that holds our heart

I have learnt that sometimes we stand with tears dropping on the floor
Not realizing behind us lies another door

I have learnt of a mercy that lies with my Creator
With that I realized there can be nothing greater

I have learnt that The Most Merciful wants the best for me
Though Sometimes I insist for I cannot see

I have learnt that no matter what your concern or fear
Lift your hands, shed a tear, and you will find him to be near

I have learnt that life must go on, for if its meant, it will be
So move on, enjoy the journey, and time will allow us to see

~Yusuf Omar~

The World I See…

ImageThe world I see…

I see a world that oppresses the young boy
Being forced to hold a weapon rather than a toy #Palestine

I see a world with houses made of tin
A last resort for the heartbroken orphan #Syria

I see a world that boasts of what they did
Yet sitting on the pavement cries that young kid #Burma

I see a world  with millions in need
Yet the wealthy few refuse to feed #Somalia

I see a world that has destroyed mankind
A world that has lost its once brilliant shine

I see a world that brought technology to its peak
But in the process turned brotherhood weak

I see a world that succumbs to peer pressure

As a result the masses celebrate with the oppressor

I see a world and wonder what has become
Billions present but happiness for some

~Yusuf Omar~

Nature’s Best

 

Be wise like the Zebra who teaches not to fight
Without a fuss he accommodates for black and white

Be grateful like the dog who protects his master all alone
Yet humbly appreciates even the leftover bone

Be patient like the tortoise who seems to be a pitied soul
Yet slowly but surely he reaches his goal

Be tolerant like the horse who gets whipped by man
Yet continuously  transports them to a faraway land

Be confident like the bird who flies east and west
And returns at dusk to feed its nest

Be brave like the rhino who wakes up every dawn
Knowing very well that man would kill for his horn

Be humble like the elephant who’s strength none can bear
Yet never would he walk with his head in the air

Be strong like the lion who has authority like a king
Never would he tolerate one who plays with his queen

~Yusuf Omar~
 @Poetrypencil

IF

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same,
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

~Rudyard Kipling~

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