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A Marriage


I’ve always shunned the company of humans
Yet, there’s a basic need for procreation
So I looked and believe I’ve found a woman
Just perfect to bear my next generation

A decade have passed and seven years
From us have sprung a brood of four
Many a happy times and many a tears
At times I think we should’ve had more

Then, there were times when my eyes wander
Lusting after distractions, in one form or another
To temptations of the flesh I wish to surrender
To turn a deaf ear to my conscience’s whispers

But, to hurt these people, I don’t fancy
I can never hurt my children and wife
Thus, my amoral deeds remain a fantasy
Maybe I can indulge on it in my after life

I love my family don’t get me wrong
O, how they’ve grown, my little ones
And, I pray this marriage will last my life long
But, I swear I’ll not attempt marriage more than once...

Comments

  1. JawajoeMay 5, 2010 at 2:49 PM

    Sam,
    Great Poem - how about this:
    When all else fails in life
    I thank Allah for the support of my wife
    My children are the reasons for the future
    But at times I question whether they are sure
    That the world will still exists after all the pollution.

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  2. S.B.Jaafar Al-Hajj Al-Muari Al-BukitjelutongiMay 17, 2010 at 12:35 AM

    Thanks Joe... My son once asked me, "Do you think I'll ever become an adult?"

    I asked why do you ask?

    He said, "I don't think I'll have a chance to be an adult... I think the world will be destroyed, before I become an adult....."

    I almost cried...

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