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The Sonnets & The Rubaiyat of

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MOHAMMED FAKHRUDDIN

©The Sonnets Of
MOHAMMED FAKHRUDDIN

SONNET-1

Words, words, and words, I write; but to what end?
I write of life and death. What do I know?
The world around me I may comprehend,
And know myself a little. Even so,
Both rich and poor who, like me, stride this earth,
From vice and virtue offer no respite.
All compromise till they are of small worth,
Unwilling to divide the wrong from right!
The poet in me never is at ease,
I fear the weight of what I do not know.
I fear my sight, and what my mind foresee,
Fills me with terror. Yes! But, even so,
I am obliged, by what I am, to be
Recorder of my own mortality!

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MOHAMMED FAKHRUDDIN

SONNET-2

Prime time of your prime age is passing by,
Longing for the one who’s not nearby
As the burning candle weeps in silence,
Hope against hope strengthens your confidence.
But to trust someone and share virgin love,
Needs self-confidence and do all for love
Submissive one must be when love is true
Merge soul within soul for the sublime love.
Secret of life is to live for the day,
And enjoy sweet moments of ecstasy
Trust not past or future, time changes all,
No one is true to self, Love tempts we fall;
Any can write; but who can write to move
Heart within heart? A valentine of love.

Prize Winning Sonnet “A Poem for the Life”
Edizioni Universum, Via Giovanni Pedrotti 2, Trento 38100. ITALY

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MOHAMMED FAKHRUDDIN

SONNET-3

I‘m killed every day to reborn
Fifty-eight years have gone by,
Still face the wrath time and again
Know not when I’m destined to die.
Words, words, words, words are the arrows,

Pierces deep into my heart

To whom should I address my woes?
God seems busy painting snow-white.

Punishment ordained upon me,

To suffer in silence day and night;
Dragging cartload of life lonely,
Role of a host I have to play.
Hurdles in life tilt the balance,
Crusaders suffer in silence.

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MOHAMMED FAKHRUDDIN

SONNET-4

Life is a journey, ending on its own,
When, where and how of death remain unknown;
Man writes his tale in sickness and in health,
Some live forever. Some when dead leave wealth; --
But great men from the realms of gold inspire,
Generations on and on burn like fire
With sparks of knowledge for posterity,
World brotherhood, world peace, tranquility,
See evil breeding evil: hatred, war …
Born-sinners breed. Each one is uncared for.
Peoples divide. They separate in woe
For man’s success wreck others. Is this so?
What do we live for, and what contribute,
To give this world each perfect attribute

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MOHAMMED FAKHRUDDIN

SONNET-5

Verdurous landscapes man creates,
In tune with the nature’s splendour;
Artistic display recreates,
All look at it with great wonder.
It’s eye that makes like or dislike,
Winsome women choose ugly men,
Or, an artist sees where lines strike,
A marvel is a piece of Zen.
Mind unfolds creativity,
The sun has inborn intuition;
Great attain immortality,
Through hard work and meditation
Divine are the powers of mind,
Explore thyself the truth to find.

SONNET-6

Life surges like the earth around the sun,
Whatever that to happen will happen
One’s actions give rise to one’s way of life,
Choice is ours: choose life smooth or full of strife.
Choose love to share with all like the moonlight,
Peace through love spreads all over like twilight
Life sans love and peace is like burning sun,
Turns earth into desert, make the air burn
What next in life one can never predict,
Accept all that happens as God’s verdict.
Soul loves another soul if found on par
Its not sin to love, but sin to wage war.
Man, after all, is a spirit in form,
Animal in him out grows to cause harm.

That I no longer judge, and reason spins
A thousand tales, and therein each pair wins;
but woe expiation for their actions,
Lovers commit many uncalled for sins.

All in one -- downcast eyes and modest grace,
How can I forget such a winsome face,
Keep your smile for me and wait for the day,
World is beautiful and life is a race.

Listen to the sweet music of my heart,
Feel the touch with passion and be a part
of the same body and soul burning fire;
learn the craft of love since life is an art.

© The Rubaiyat Of
MOHAMMED FAKHRUDDIN
4
How long should I wait to see my new moon?
Lift the dark mask and sip the nectar soon;
Get mesmerized and escape from this world,
Swim with my love in the deep blue lagoon.

© The Rubaiyat Of
MOHAMMED FAKHRUDDIN
5

Sweet words have wings, let them not fly away,
Flowers have bloomed, stars in the blue at play;
Moon has spread its milky haze everywhere
Love birds are back to the lagoon to stay.

Simplicity is the sign of beauty,
winsome face, dimple cheeks make dames haughty;
Seasons change images that attract people,
Cloudless sky doesn’t mean the expanse empty.

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