Neck of the woods set down on the river bank singing a lyric.
Turf languor to think but couldn’t fade away.
Our distraught has faded over us like a needle.
Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker
Plowing behind Tough Storm
Neck of the woods set down on the river bank singing a lyric.
Turf languor to think but couldn’t fade away.
Our distraught has faded over us like a needle.
Everything dependency does is stitched with its shining color.
It’s great to thong in the lethargy, even just to alleviate the ache.
And when junky nation had a decidedly sly day, sometimes we just need to get away from what it feels on a blank.
Cheesy never know what’s wrong without trouble.
Generally the uphill thing and the righteous thing are the same.
And sometimes when badder gets harm even the toughest ones may need leisure.
It’s a fulsome lifelike no matter what days cruddy wolves are living through rainbow shining.
It’s a severe life whether it’s buckshot cart a plow behind steep storm.
It’s a hard psyche has godforsaken dry there will be no harvest to be grabbed witty.
It sounds is joys that leap our hearts like swirl on the deep in glosses of dead night.
Our emotions to rise after love, and drought with mom zealous.
Our blood-red lassitude invading a huge sorrowful scariness is shedding towards the depth lake of hoopla.
The collision of fate years are wounded with fierce longing, stiffing & sternness.
Broken smashing priggish finds a shepherd where could be screamed this sorrow is up and sizzle us over.
Ballgame cannot smell the scent of roses for sometimes ghost is distressing has a fearful incredible moments.
Aplomb makes our way every each minute this life is overloaded folks carry on.
It’s our exodus to course upon over evil action.
Seeking out from on the heaven mind’s eye realizing that whatever meets us, it to sets us free.
Creature taken for a long cause a breath to think and keeping quite.
Stiffness and brilliant fetter that corner stone is walking a pell-mell step up on the wordless tones and dry rubble.
It’s a long and tongue tied road shakes off and soar our wings.
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Victory Is the Goal
The mind eternally turned off ridding with sedulity that will be the fruit, none other; adhered heart, it makes it sumptuous and venerable; have a pride in ground of all create verses to sawing such a glory.
Murder, wealth, awareness and tension, Even life is being shattered and gone on with phantasy remote rainbow aglow; Sudan gives us nativity , Like a diamond , and from it alone delightful rays like the heat’s narcotic life .
Owing the first breath that revived in the limbo of harm and dead trauma; dote of sand is connected all ideals, joyful, toughness manhood till the grave snatched the heartiness for good.
The times gone-by of soreness and the day to come that we sigh for dreams of the nationalism.
It’s used to recall the mind amnesia of the back in days of painful anguish kissed us deeply arduous to be survival.
Storm water is always tugging from the springs in the mountains of swift current crying to the heart that is tumbling behind self-possessed weakness.
Illness and death seem radiant when we hurt by rupture grief pervaded most amicable tussle, We shall not fall into atrocious endless.
The row yearning has dried the springs of the elite true cereal again be born in upshot and the flower of the trees of this life.
Liking green yard will not rest with vow and pledge alone, not only while the trumpet plays music stands forth to give our lives on the realm of familiar days fruits growing ;this passion we have for our palace has caught our breath.
The sun shining turns into the blue sky, this ambience has made us family as a whole.
What a merciful our motherland is, what a dandy place never comes new. Our heart is lose within a trace of being crazy about the fatherland; for this awesomeness Sudan of beautiful kindness people and undying the darkness of the sky, the stars come out a brighter day. Our love for you will never die.
Now shorn of noble brains, we lean only on
What hands can grow to build our fallout image.
Our streets are littered with chained men
And the drums are thuds of the spotters’ spiked boots.
You tangle with distress as the flagrant twins, legal code and order through the thick tube of barbed wire; the walls disband and are slim.
Taking a look in nakedness like a soul that is straining to catch itself in our hearts off beat with pulses of fear
And our dreams are charred pages of our history.
Sudan neither blinked nor gone to sleep while the driver leapt out.
The days have lose our salt every day thinking the same and discarding our hopes.
I know a day will come and wash away our pain
Like the sun blows out these evil stars.
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Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker is a poet and writer from Omdurman Umbda -Sudan. He works as an English Instructor, Trainer and Freelance Interpreter. He also has been working as a debate leader discussing various topics in many English Institutes, Centers, Academy and schools.
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