Poems

Lost in a Book

I went into a jungle;
Thick and dense, dark.

Last night it was.
What I saw was a lion;
Its rusty beard,
Fierce claws,
Devouring jaws.
Afraid of the monster;
Gargantuan head,
Slow and steady walk–
Walk
Towards me.

Suddenly–
I heard a voice,
Closed the book,
And went for the door.

_____Muhammad Shahab.

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Poems

Facing a Brobdingnagian

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From the door came out a giant man
To combat me in an ancient Egyptian arena.
I thought of it a paltry scuffle.

Who could’ve imagined
The battle of a man
So feeble as I,
And a Brobdingnagian,
I beheld before me.
His face like an ancient Gladiator
His arms, steel moulden.
His eyes like a tiger,
Fierce without a sign of fear.
His thighs as if borrowed
From an Indian elephant.

This man I had to face
In a world I had never seen
For you,
I had to fight.
For you,
I had to win.
Was not a world as is today
To win you from some flirts
In a bar, a cafe or a pub.

As I woke up beside you,
In this wooden bed blanketed.
Then I noticed
Not a giant grunting
But you, snoring.

                  _____Muhammad Shahab.

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