An Incomplete Story...
The heart is so delicate like flowers plucked from their branches
it pays a price for our happiness and sorrows
it waits for love like an incomplete story
while waiting it beautiful flowers withers
not like leaves from a tree but like snow from the sky
indeed the heart does cry not with a tear
but with tune of music in an untold story.
Fatima Usman Sumda
Thinker...
This blog from Aminu Sakwaya encompasses the brief history of Nigerian National Qur'anic Recitation Competition (Musabaqah) and the biographies of some famous Nigerian Qur'anic Reciters.
Wednesday, 25 April 2018
POETRY TALENT - CURSED... - FATIMA SUMDA
CURSED...
awakened by the giggle of eagles
I stand bewildered
cursed by the fear of shadow
with a tragic prick of magic
in this heinous chaos the flowers
bereaved of sunshine smiles
the whistling wind tuning in disgust
but that's the flaws of life it is simple without a dimple
shadows of which I shed tears
with fear of an insane theif clouding my soul
I need in all
a saintly kiss
I need in all a magical prick
simple smiles with dimples
in a course as wild as hunger
I stand bewildered
with eyes of a an an eagle
preying for solace
Fatima Usman Sumda
Thinkerbelle
awakened by the giggle of eagles
I stand bewildered
cursed by the fear of shadow
with a tragic prick of magic
in this heinous chaos the flowers
bereaved of sunshine smiles
the whistling wind tuning in disgust
but that's the flaws of life it is simple without a dimple
shadows of which I shed tears
with fear of an insane theif clouding my soul
I need in all
a saintly kiss
I need in all a magical prick
simple smiles with dimples
in a course as wild as hunger
I stand bewildered
with eyes of a an an eagle
preying for solace
Fatima Usman Sumda
Thinkerbelle
POETRY TALENT - MY THOUGHTS THOUGH - FATIMA SUMDA
MY THOUGHTS THOUGH
I saw a wind as strong as fury
but all I thought was it should decloud my mind
I saw an ocean as vast as reason
but all I thought was it should swallow my grief
I saw light as bright as stars
but all I thought was it should be my dreams
I have forgotten that clouds have rain
I didn't know that my dream is the sun
but wat of my grief...
looking into the book of life
I weep to sweep away my grief
lies within are questions unasked
and answers unquestioned
we live in the chaos of a moonless night
caging our beings in prisons of delusions
we live in so much worry and end up sorry
I was only thinking...
Thinkerbelle
I saw a wind as strong as fury
but all I thought was it should decloud my mind
I saw an ocean as vast as reason
but all I thought was it should swallow my grief
I saw light as bright as stars
but all I thought was it should be my dreams
I have forgotten that clouds have rain
I didn't know that my dream is the sun
but wat of my grief...
looking into the book of life
I weep to sweep away my grief
lies within are questions unasked
and answers unquestioned
we live in the chaos of a moonless night
caging our beings in prisons of delusions
we live in so much worry and end up sorry
I was only thinking...
Thinkerbelle
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