POEM - THE LOST VALUE - TOYYIB

*The* *Lost* *Value*

 *By* *Abdulganeey* *Muhammed* *Toyyib*

The world cries
And cries till her eyes bulge
 Cries of ignorance
Of what people inscribed on her wall
Why?

Once upon a time,
The world, home of humility,
Home of empathy.
But now bereft of it
By those she trusts
Is that a fair?

What a world!
A world where innocents are blamed,
Where littles are belittled.
Even the animals,
The trees are also tortured
Why? because they can’t speak?

Corruption lies in their heart,
And wickedness hold sway
A world of warcraft,
Where missiles smile in the air
Oh! They are even testing it.

Oh my God!
Water turns deep red,
Earth refuses to open,
And homes are shattered.
Children wander ‘round,
Devoid of home,
Clothes and food.
Oh My God!

Oh my God, are we human?
Why are we on earth?
Maybe beneath earth will do.
Humility, report us to God.
Maybe He will change us.
Just tell him everything.

POETRY TALENT - LOVE - FATIMA SUMDA

Love...

An ocean full of emotions
Which creates an undying commotion
But arise to a divine devotion

It's a reflection of affection
And not an obsession
It's tamed with truth  and strengthened with trust
Faith and fights
Pain and pleasure

There is room for tears but not fear or doubt
It speaks respect and radiate happiness

It's a precious flower with out a gloom
It's always ready to bloom
Is it passion or compassion

It's a path fashioned with dreams of pleasure and virtue
It's a treasure we embrace and never replace

It's not an attachment
It's never an obsession
But a reflection of truth
It is love
A reflection of affection

Fatima  Usman  Sumda
Thinkerbelle

POETRY TALENT - STAIN.. - FATIMA SUMDA

STAIN...

stained with pain I did not bargain
My heart is strained my hands are tied
 And my smile well forgotten

I have lost the charisma of my smile
The beauty of my happiness
I can't help but ask why pain
Drowning in an amazing confusion I ask again
What fault had I

I have lost my sleep and regret my dreams
Already been sad I have this to add
A tear so honest
Creating a flawless sea

I cried a thousand fold to console my stars
Tears I have as cold as fire
But in my fate are screaming stars
Spare me this pain

I ask again
Oh skies above  what is my cure
Is it the patience of the moon
Or the calmness of the sun
Is it the purity of roses
Or the love of doves
What is my  cure

Pleasure of my sadness is immeasurable
All I wish, a crown of happiness
Is that too much to ask...

Fatima Usman Sumda

Thinkerbelle