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The Fall Of All The Facecs Of Evil

They will inevitably fall like the horrible debris Of the fallen houses, Sooner or later, They made to the pretty houses We all built one day with our sweat and with our bloods, Their fall will be seen by all of us Simply because there must be people to witness their fall, No one can grab anything for ever Simply because it's impossible to hold a pretty nation As hostages for ever and ever, Life witnesses that only what is good, Sooner or later, Will remain, Patience will prove its greatness anytime Simply because this is the only towards freedom, The faces of evil will fall And out of their fast fall, The pretty people will pave the pretty ways out Of the fallen debris caused by the ugly and maniac tyrants.
 
MOHAMMAD SKATI

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The Fall Of All The Faces Of Evil

They will inevitably fall like the horrible debris Of the fallen houses, Sooner or later, They made to the pretty houses We all built one day with our sweat and with our bloods, Their fall will be seen by all of us Simply because there must be people to witness their fall, No one can grab anything for ever Simply because it's impossible to hold a pretty nation As hostages for ever and ever, Life witnesses that only what is good, Sooner or later, Will remain, Patience will prove its greatness anytime Simply because this is the only towards freedom, The faces of evil will fall And out of their fast fall, The pretty people will pave the pretty ways out Of the fallen debris caused by the ugly and maniac tyrants.
 
MOHAMMAD SKATI

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My House Is My Temple

My house is my temple
My children are my Gods.
With all purity I live here
And here I get peace.
Here my children are being
Taught about life and how to live.
Here in my house I find love
And I find life-truth.
Here in this house I get everything
And this house lacks nothing.
 
gajanan mishra

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From Behind Our Window

At that time, A long, long time ago, I used to look at Patos Orchard To see the heavy rains that fell over the green grass, Patos Orchard was within our windows' panes reach, I loved to watch nature's pretty work on everything over there, There was the old school under that haunted palace whose owners Left a long, long time ago, Some farmers grew egg-plants, green peppers, tomatoes, potatoes, Parsley, mint, radish, lettuce,....,....,...., It was a pretty piece of land, There were some houses for the poor farmers over there, There were some tin houses used as stables for cows and for camels, It was a pretty station for camels and some donkeys, Life was wonderful for a little kid like me, At that time, to watch things from behind a window, It was all in Winter's time, This piece of land was surrounded almost from all sides except From narrow alleys made for the entrants, It was all pretty life over there, Everyone enjoyed living over there that pretty life, In Wintertime, we used to smell the green grass when rains fell on, So I had a very good sighting at that day from behind our pretty Windows' panes.
 
MOHAMMAD SKATI

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