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Kazemi

Suffering from Knowledge

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سبحان الله

Salam Alaikum, oh brothers and sisters around the globe!

My poem is released a little bit late than planned but Allah knows best.

POEM:

There was a little child,

His name was Ali,

He wore,

The name of Ranks,

The name of Nobility,

The name of Praise,

He was so small,

That people had to bow,

To see him properly.

 

When you see him,

You see an innocent face in front of you,

He was adorable,

What did he want,

Learn the world,

Understand the world,

Know the world,

But did people help him,

I could give you the negative.

 

He was independent but strong,

He wanted to learn,

He was a child that loved to learn,

He was built to learn,

He called people for help,

But did people help him,

I could give you the negative.

 

He never read books,

He only trusted,

His mind,

His imagination,

His eyes,

He didn't care about people,

Who slander him,

Who look strange to him,

Who didn't like him,

But did people help him,

I could give you the negative.

 

His purpose was to understand the world,

And if I ask you,

Have you ever seen someone that has been that realistic,

On learning the basic blocks,

Of life,

While still being a child,

I haven't,

And so does this poem.

 

 

 

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