A kidnapper,
It was said that death chases good men.
I now know because it took deen
Death of dean


I may not have known you but I can testify to your deeds.
Even the sky wallow in your need
The cream of poetry, a brother indeed
The Dean of good deeds


The Dean of no dim
The beam of deeds
The breeds of softness
An exemplary footprints you led


I'll go to the streets to beep or bleep
To tell everyone even the kids
To always use beets in their tea
Because sugar is counterfeit to beet


If not you, then no one can do it to that degree
But Allah has already decree
To everyone even when you retreat
Let's take that as a destiny to treat the penury


Your words I read
It's obvious, there was no greed
You've been a wonderful spirit even to the rich
Untill I take a new form it's You i'll ever dream


I'll keep sipping
From the juicy tree
You left for us to read
Tree with no word count
#Appetizer
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