A night in the marshes

[Mohammad Ahmad]

Dark night and we were seven friends
Inside the marshes we had been mislead
No shiny star has been seen
And the sky everywhere was clouded
The place is distant clear of any urban
Only buffalos' herders near water settled
And their cabins here and there scattered
Often their young girls work day and night
Alone inside jungles cutting the bulrushes
We have a steamboat either we use oars
But in that darkness we have been tired
We sighed deeply when hear someone invited
To be his night –guests, and the rest is offered.
And a night we have never can be forgotten
The dinner is fried fishes mixed with rice
In breakfast, we had meat of goose well cooked
The best hospitality they did as well as welcome
Then our friendship with those loyally continued

[Mohammad Ahmad]

Although this is not my style in writing poetry since I preferred the classic one, but let me sharing in this piece to be exampled as yours by the way of experiment :

Snow
Hiding the railway
Reducing the speed
Then slow
When winds blow
It will flow
As my heart
Sluggishly interfered with her brow
She is like me too
Streaming opposite in her crew
Nonchalant to foe
Together we work
For success to show
One soul we are
As doves when they coo