PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

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Once a Captain announces with delight



Safty measures to land a peaceful flight,



The Airbus rocks like flapping fast



Over-coming winds losing height.



First intuitions crop up straight



Obstructing eagerness to sight...



There, an irritated gin changes its plight



Gathering momentum for senseless flight,



Thus provoking worry, fear and doubt !



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Oh ! What is it !



What really could it be...what ?



Here inside the plane, intact...



All passengers belt-up and quiet,



Hostesses up and down, so elegant,



Rosy smiles flush rare lively lights



Here, there,aaah, gentle and smart



And so is the flight...



No problem, no, nothing to cite,



But, I tell you what...



Toes start numbing cold and sweet,



Perhaps an uncommon mishape or guilt



Happened or happening on the street;



To be exact...



I see our people muddled in the dust



Some where down over there !



Oh, damned it...



Could it be how one may sense demons



Spread woes on such a hopeful land...!?



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An other curious peep out side the plane



Could visualise our great Niles converging



Deeply concerned,



Assessing pros-and-cons of a calamity



Like highly respected prudent elders



Mistreated by a gang of prodigal sons,



Though clearly generous



As they have ever been



Through ages that have us here !



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First “modern” extensions show up:



Life-less sepricurs amidth shanty townships



Here, there and there,



Dim like a ground dull and broken



Swallowing rays from a drowsy sun,



Towered by climbing smokes, sullen,



Of over-growing social refuse



From a city loll in deepening mourns:



Pooh ! Brakeages, fragments, carcasses…,



Contaminating cultural debris scattered



Here, there and there…!



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As the Airbus touches carefully



On the simmering ground,



Thunderous rattling suddenly flare…,



Groans like-wise rise



Into mad deafening roars;



Woe ! You feel the anger, feel it…,



Disapprovingly pulling up, up,



Exposing beyond doubt



Pitiful sentiments, sadness or distress



Even machines do express sometimes !



When it turns around staggering



Waging its fins



Like a celebrated model sailing astray,



Drowsy, on the cat-walk missing the way,



The Airbus sounds though murmuring:



“Oh, Duty, Duty…,



You are the one who flew me here”!



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The great Airbus taxes cautiously,



Slowly,



Stealthy,



Obviously ‘mindful’ and ‘careful’



Not to break or beard



Any old or new



NIF ‘Islamic’ air traffic laws,



Because that Khartoum of the NIF



Is no part of this veery world we know,



But another galaxy beyond Milky Way,



Ages far, far below



And any lingering beard



On a ‘duty-free-shopping’ spree



Who might be



Or may just feel like a judge



Possessed by wild demon’s flares,



May yell in the name of the Prophet



The way an insincere desperado



At the verge of divorce



Would cling onto a cork of lies,



Foams, jumping up and down…,



Swears to use force for thrice or more,



Digs a puny hand into a stained pocket



Producing queer sentences there…,



Peerhaps renaming the Airbus,



Say, ‘Their al-Ababiel’



Or instantly flogging some guests



For any reeking wine taken in Rome



Flat on the glowing terminal in June,



Just like that,



According to atmosphere and mood



Dictated by a blind misguided ‘Jihaad’ !



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Then passengers disembark normally



One by one, each after the other,



Into a real political oven !



The first to shaw up or rush in,



Drying aggressive silhouettes pale,



Grim and grey



Hiding in beards, thick and shabby,



Puzzling arrivals



Turn around growing worries…,



Wheeziness and dizziness start



While some venture to stammer whispers



And earnestly inquire



About place, age and time,



Why, stern and stubborn, why ?



Almost in uniform, why ?



Lower lips enveloped into upper, why ?



Why really, why ?



Oh, My goodness…,



What a welcome !



Who isulted them…?



What spurred the fellows…!



Who teased them all at once…!



Who, who dis-dis-disturbed ?



Who really, what and why ?



I am a citizen…or, or what ?



Now, my dear…,



I remember every advice so clear,



But some heads could be so thick



And into dragon’s den even walk



Without at least carrying a stick !



So you really wonder,



Wonder and check yourself, perhaps…,



But, no really, but why ?



Oh, The sweet aroma of the virgin land



That keeps people uniquely friendly,



Hilarious, harmonious and jolly,



Seems to have migrated in a hurry



The day the NIF and the like on us



That hellish breath of Hiroshima sprayed !



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The first they inquire thoroughly



Just by looking only



At any national arriving instantly:



“Any ‘blessed’ recommendation, any



From any ‘special branch’ abroad, any ?



Garang the uncompromising Chief Rebel,



Parasitic apostate opposition in refuge,



Spying communistic Human Rights,



Did you ever meet any, any, any ?



Did you ever encounter their liflets ?



Their God-damned literature, any ?



Satanic Verses or magazines,



Alcohol openly in bars and pubs,



Infidel females flat in flats,



Pork grilled in restaurants or parks,



Obscene films in playboy nude clubs,



Any, any, any ? Did you, ha ? Did you…?



They look you up down-wards, down up-wards



Scanning, sniffing, snarling



Like hounds about to spring on the guests



Before masters hurry in to halt !



Then comes in the other quarrel:



Thugs dig into luggage at will,

Gifts fly anyhow in a horrible drill



Till you almost break down or shrill !



Once properly filtered, feel wet,



Oh, first genuine ventilating sweat,



Really nice, smooth, amazingly sweet



Since still standing on your feet

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