Poem - Life - Maryam Salman

*Life*
All the hustles and struggles
Man's journey is not complete without bustles
Suffering in the harsh weather
Come rain; come sunshine
Just to make ends meet.

As I looked around
I could see weary shoulders and wrinkled faces
Toiling day in; day out.
Well built bodies wearing away
Like the rags of the old village woman.

Life is like a hollow valley
Full of gold and diamonds at the bottom
Like the proverbial Valley in the Adventures of Sinbad.
Yet you must trod on needles and nails
To be able to reach the bottom
There you will find your treasures.

Oh you the hardworking one
Know that you shall reap what you sow
And enjoy the fruit of your labour
For surely one day your star shall shine.
That day wealth shall be at your reach.

 *Maryam_Salman*

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*