Poems

Jump Little Monster

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Jump!
Jump little monster

The river rushes for you.
How poltroon you are.
Decision once taken
Stand comme il faut.

Stand!
Stand where you are
Little monster do not fight.
The world is up to slaughter you
Anyway.

Jump Lilliputian monster
You contemplated it
Now prance
For your life
Guzzle up from Lethe
She would not come back.

                 _____Muhammad Shahab.

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Poems

Standing On A Seashore

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I am standing on a seashore
Like a vessel for departure.
The sea calls me in
To explore new places,
To see new faces beyond
The ordinary horizons

But I’m afraid as fear calls me out
To a distant city where we meet people.
The same old faces I see everyday
Where I belong, cannot leave.

The city dwellers, the nightwalkers,
The clerk and the watchman.
Stand and sit for a whole life,
To bread and not to change.

I am the one with an old axe,
Cutting the edges, not of the sea
But myself to sharpen my shape,
Not to be fierce but to be foul;
And I am standing, standing
On a seashore, unprepared.

                 _____Muhammad Shahab.

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The Remaining Blood

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My naked bones shiver
Winter evening beckons fiercely.
I hope in vain you’ll cover them
With your warm flesh– flesh
Reason wanes and emotion sways

Volcanoes gutting deeply
Out of nowhere
Flood the remaining blood

I cry fiercely–a storm
Longing my senses to recuperate–
Reminiscences haunt

You appear
Like a ghost from a dark cave
Whispering–

A shaman bringing hope, flesh
The senses.
What a pain without you
Have I known.

                 _____Muhammad Shahab.

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Reminiscence of a Lost Hermit

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Out in the West of Xanadu,
The godly mountain of Samu,
Winter and summer pass.

Beneath the mountain,
Abreast the sea,
There lodged a Hermit.
Of his name I never knew.

His face pale, his beard rough,
Eyes deep, hair long.

Full two years I saw him,
Now and then when I passed by,
Neither a word I nor he ever spoke.

I once advanced but in vain,
This man, his mystery will remain.

Men will wonder, people ponder.

The sea beside the mountain,
Deep as his eyes and rough as his beard,
Rushing through rocks and rumble.

Buried him with his mysteries,
Adown the white waters.

      _____Muhammad Shahab.

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