Moving Towards

By Mochamad Ghafur

A collection of poems, I have written it effusively – especially since English was not my native speaking. Several contest refused these poems, but I am industriousness. Along the activity of pursuing undergraduate degree, I have found many contradictory things whilst others object continued as usual. I am not trying to convince nor satisfy everyone about the realms in which we dwell.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mochamad Ghafur
• Release date: Feb 25, 2010
• ISBN: 9781452323473

Mochamad Ghafur

I am a physics student, actually a mature student that remains finishing Bachelor degree. I used to play or even being a director in my campus theater community. Then I realize something that I have to finish my college. Well, it is hard to leave writing just like that, even though the physics lectures has always wait to be finished.

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Moving Towards

A collection of poems

Mochamad Muhadzis Ghafur

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Copyright 2010 Mochamad Muhadzis Ghafur

"In the Name of Allah, the Most Beneficent, the Most Merciful

All the praises and thanks be to Allah, the Lord of the Universe (mankind, jinn and all that exists)"

(Koran: 001: 001-002)

"As for the poets, the erring ones follow them,

See you not that they speak about every subject (praising people – right or wrong) in their poetry?

-And that they say what they do not do

Except those who believe (in the Oneness of Allah – Islamic Monotheism) and do righteous deeds, and remember Allah much and vindicate themselves after they have been wronged [by replying-back in poetry to the unjust poetry (which the pagan poets utter against the Muslims)], And those who do wrong will come to know by what overturning they will be overturned."

(Koran: 026: 224-227)

I Have Walked With

I have walked with her in the middle of a city. The street has been crowded with words. I can still hear her say love. She could not suddenly run out of pity.

However, my hands never touched. I cannot feel the reality of bask. She has gone before you ask. I had forgotten that she ever come through.

I have given her all the light. You listen to me cry and laugh for her in every night here.

I was too far away to be on the battlefield. I forget the love that still dwells. If I get back home, I will tell my sorrow to her. I will give the victory to you.

I Walked In the Crowd

Having tired of many dead-end thoughts it was a beautiful morning to meet all the colleagues.

I walked in the crowd capital city.

The sun smiled at my nose pity.

Both my shoes stepped steadily.

The shirt warmed my heart neatly.

At eight o’clock, the contents of my head started to act.

Each deadlock played its role perfectly in the office fact.

I wrote a letter to a child with a creed upon approaching the limits of greed.

That he would understands of a justice through the words of a practice.

The oath was so cheap in this journey. Even all the lens recorded the sworn ways. I am innocent! accused says. I do not lie! said the attorney.

I should warn you son; do not try this at home!

Keep writing only with your poem!

I walked in the crowd capital city.

The sun smiled at my nose pity.

I found myself lost the dignity.

The moon starred at my eyes itchy.

Let Well Aloneness

Let well aloneness. Such a dry season for the love of light hidden. Tasteless all the grief discussed. Our night sky appeared a wad of hope and fear. For life and love tucked behind the desk.

Suffer. Along