POEM - BREATHLESS LUNGS - FATIMA MUHAMMAD SANI

BREATHLESS LUNGS

Bronchioles became constricted
Oxygen inhalation restricted
Hunger for air
Wheezing is all you hear
Being breathless is the fear
Crying daily till the last drop of tear disappear

Pain due to hypoxia
Loss of weight because of anorexia
Skin,all reddish-blue
Calmness and peace flew
Lungs tightened without a clue

Still holding onto hope
But slippery is the rope
The Pain can't be moped
Of all pains,it's on top
Worst than you can cope

Prisoned by the mask
All emotions,pains and tears trapped by the mask
Though it helps in completing the task
The nightmare is formalin
At the wall,is where she leans
All she thinks is healing

All she lives is a nightmare
Instead of a dream,she sees nightmare
Always struggling for oxygen
Pain inherited by her gene

Hell in it's living form
Blazing fire is all the heart gets
Burning all the love it gates

Without oxygen,she's a struggler
For healing,she's a prayer
Because of her dreams,she's a fighter
To relief the pain,she's an encourager

A life without coughs she dreams
Breathing easily,she dreams
To help those like her,she hopes
That's why she still holds the rope
With the hope that she'll make it someday
           
              FATIMA MUHAMMAD SANI

Dedicated to Khamis Abdullahi☺

POEM - SHATTERED GLASSES, WITHERED FLOWERS - MARYAM SALMAN

*SHATTERED GLASSES, WITHERED FLOWERS*
Our friendship!
Once as fresh as ripe grapes
Once as peaceful as a flowing spring.
Admired by all,
From far and near.

Our friendship!
Once, our connection was deep.
Once, the bond was strong,
And the love almost eternal.
The feelings, we mutually shared.

Our friendship!
Once as harmonized as a mirror,
Once as beautiful as a blooming flower.
Like siblings, we loved and cared,
Like twins, we shared our secrets.

But alas,
The connection seized.
The bond dissolved and  it all collapsed
As our friendship became shattered;
Like broken glasses and withered flowers.

 *Maryam Salman*

POETRY TALENT - FATIMA SUMDA

The sun sets with a bewitching crimson glow
A thousand smiles,ten thousand tears.
The burdens of the day take their tow,
Buried are many dreams,  many fears.
The night promises of a glorious dawn
Another sunrise. Another chance.
A new albeit weak flame of hope is born.
Heartbeats give rhythm to the soul's dance

Xhx