Smiling with tears
smiling with tears
with words lonely in my mind
words kept unspoken
like an unseen rainbow
lurking in the clouds
is this loneliness or silence
is this joy or sadness
I smiled with tears
With no self pity
And every second so cruel
Indeed it's a smile that deceives
Hiding my want
Concealing my pain
Fatima Usman Sumda
Thinkerbelle
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 - An Incomplete Story... - Fatima Sumda
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...
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...
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
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