An Islander
Born and bred on an island,
How it was formed, no clue.
Deep sky above, bright clear blue,
Could see nothing to feel blue.
Hears the gentle murmur of palm fronds,
Comes from a community, united with family bonds.
Lives in peace, safe and sound,
This is the simple life of an islander.
With much expectations, to consider,
While heavy breakers, breaking against the break-water.
But no crimes, like robbery, cold-blooded killing,
Unheard of raping or street mugging.
Grew-up in an atmosphere of friendly feeling,
Free from evil thoughts, not concerned.
Their unspoiled minds are enlightened,
And engaged in daily work, their energy not to be wasted.
By Ali Shareef
This poem has been published in the poetry book “Voices from the pen” (1997) issued by Book Mark publication, in London.
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jude writes: |
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now everything is happening.. |
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waail writes: |
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simple life..but more expectation...lots of things to be done.. |
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suhana writes: |
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time has change alot.. |
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| hawa abdulla Writes: |
| wow !! very beautiful poem.. well done |
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