AHMED FAROOQ BAIDOON

 

 

No.. Nay.. A Drawback And Not Applicable

 

Always a victim—that's the universal law,

 

Unseen inside a stack of straw,

 

Douse thine face with paramount yarn,

 

Helpless and enveloped in the human barn,

 

Once I did give out a vociferous shout,

 

Who else could cater for my words a way-out?

 

Wandered along a margin of time,

 

It doth waste me, then waste my rhyme,

 

Tempered with a fleet of “No”,

 

No trench for lamenting grief, and solace so!

 

No backasis—verily I triggered myself,

 

The legit existence called upon me an elf,

 

That polysemous “yes” did erase its root,

 

In the justice arena, all indictment got moot,

 

I looked around hither and thither,

 

The crowd of flowers with reluctant dither,

 

How do you dare tremble that scene,

 

How lovely it shall be, with touching obscene!

 

In a month, annual or a centennial round,

 

The fact of nothingness, a granted fact tinged with ruthless ground,

 

No sign of compassion, nor humane epithet,

 

Better bite your tongue, otherwise, a harbinger of threat,

 

I fluttered in pursuit of a breeze of sigh,

 

Awaiting a soothing sentence to apply,

 

A shortcoming or a myriad of concession,

 

To give up inspiration in humanity procession,

 

No use, and vanity thy name is ‘plea’,

 

Incumbent patience and peace—synonymous with ‘so long, no see’!

 

From scythed ashes I inked my poetic line,

 

In thin air, a balladeer roamed a farewell shrine.

 

The Ripple Effect Or Butterfly Cacoon :

 

 

Hearken my troubled waters of the bygone,

 

Just let it go towards my shipping peace-borne,

 

Can't wait to tell that liturgy of my dreamy cloud,

 

When my moon of hopes shone like a candle in a shroud,

 

Late but worth that passion inside gurgling waves running deep,

 

Walking my wish vine to somewhere deserted and steep,

 

 It was so in the middle of nowhere where seasons mingle,

 

The springtime of my nowadays replete with knell jingle,

 

Heavenly vanguards behold in wonder never cease,

 

As if mankind with lust and worldly gluttony were up to please,

 

I dwelt from that far beyond that waging gale and find;

 

That beauty of a hermit silkworm ravishing my mind,

 

Be it that butterfly upholding my blueprint of untold paradise,

 

Otherwise, a complicity traitor precipitating my demise,

 

I leant against that stanchion pinned upward wasteland,

 

Did I have the right to lie dead therein at Lord divine command?

 

All jostling moribund psalms with salvation herald hastened,

 

While a neo-born cradle gossiped my virtue and graced,

 

My waning phase scaled up my cemetery,

 

Like a moth I took a refuge and there reclined a cherry.

 

AHMED FAROOQ BAIDOON

 

AHMED FAROOQ BAIDOON situated in Damietta, Egypt. A poet, a novelist and critic. His avant-garde literary oeuvre was written in Arabic; namely, a collection of short stories, titled ‘A Human being but…?’, ‘Snippets of Oneself’, ‘Altar of Imagination’, ‘Degradation’& ‘Until Truth Disclosed’. More and above, regarding the release of poetic Arabic anthologies titled: ‘Give me some slack’ & ‘Humanity Shortcomings’, alongside with novel debut. Besides, some translation works to build up a cultural cauldron. Worthy mentioning, the repertoire of English poetic sharing and epistolary anthologies through social media platforms and magazines; namely, Verseum, OPA, Poetry Tribune, Meipian, HomoUniversalis, Orfeu, Puspaporvat, Primelore, Global Poetry Tribune and Altogether anthologies. To rejuvenate that linguistic commonplace in tapestry of innovation in some other Arabic poetic electronic fora like Sefrou, Amarji, SIM Electronic Magazine & Arab Symposium for Contemporary Criticism.