Abid Hussain

  (BLACK DAY) My body may die,  The spirit will remain,  My bones may be broken, The courage has the fame. You shot the Little crawler,  A lovely face of a smiler,  Who gives the world some hope, Who wants to live some more. You played the dirty game,  And decayed the trust and calm, You wear the uniform, By becoming equiform. To who we love the most,  Who teaches just and love, You wear the uniform, by becoming equiform. I want to make a deal, I'll kill the little seed, You look like Pathan, By becoming equiform. Son, you have a nice charm,  You know I'm not Pathan,  I'm slandering the Pathan,  By becoming equiform.                -~ Abid Hussain

 (DECEMBER) It's December When the feet shiver, Hands can't touch the breath, Lips get frozen. Oh, December make something right, Make two lovers love, Sitting beside the fire, Show them the rude mode, So the hearts may join. Oh, December, I can't see  The eye of the sky, I can't see the cry of the sky, All hidden in the cotton, Both up and down, Oh, December, have mercy on  The unsheltered creed and The unleashed beast. Welcome to December -~ Abid Hussain

 JUST TO BEGIN Hush people hush it's December. The weather is calm, Mountains are silent, Birds stop chirping, The lakes are quiet, Nights are calm and cold, Roads and trees are silent. Let's create a new world, Where the loved ones make noise, And the tyrants are silent, Where love looks like a mountain, And hate is just ash. I'm uncertain who's silent, You me or he is silent, My pen makes some noise, He makes the dog bark, And made some breeze, I'm still uncertain who made the noise, I tried to say something, He wants to shake the leaves, And want to make some breeze. The world is in its creation, Another is going to end, Just to begin.

 FLOWERS IN FIRE Drink from him, he's drunk Take a glass, touch a glass. All you have is wrath All he has are words. He's drink, drink from him He's drink still thirsty You are null and drunk. He's the poor lamb You are fed by his blood. He's drink, drink from him His drink of patience makes him worth Your hunger makes him hungry. You talk and have ears But he's allowed to have none. He's drink, drink from him You have lot of secrets So your friends have few too. You keep it, you coward He keeps it, he's afraid. He's drink, drink from him Once he spoke, he was rich Now he's silent and lost. You are busy in lust  He's been tired to eat. He's drink, drink of him You call yourself a friend Don't fool him, he's tired. Don't torture him, he's dying Don't force him or do. He'll die and ask! he'll ask! ~ Abid Hussain