POETRY TALENT - KHAMEES A.H

For some dusks and dawns
My quill rejects the scroll.
Despite the will to pen a sea,
The mind refused to sell a pint.

And the day is today;
To celebrate the new rays,
The silhouettes of our future days,
The mesmerizing bards,
whose hearts silkily prints golden words
That inspire minds to respire
Freely from the pit of despair.

Every so often the night deserts the day
Or the day welcomes the night,
I await your arts in total awe
To bask in and relieve my pines.

Plethora of gracias
To those gravid minds
Who defied gravic lines
To deliver their creativity on 'creative minds'.

Fitzkhamees, KHAMIS A. H.
21032018


Dedicated to
*Dr neerah*,
 *Maryam Salman*, *Nasir*, *Alpha Toyyib*, and *Zainab Musa Mustapha*. Myriad thanx for feeding us with something to while away the time with, for the inspirations n motivations.
Thank you vely very much.

POETRY TALENT - U14MD A.B.U ZARIA - HAJARA TOM

One hundred and thirteen
BarakAllahu feena
Of beautiful minds as a team
Destined to be winners
By The Almighty’s leave
In this trade of our dream

We were gathered here as strangers
But became like birds of one feather
Yearning to flock forever together
Strung by bonds like that of brothers
And the compassion of two merry sisters

Beneath the cover of red and blue theatres
We learnt to let go of our rifts and differences
We sought and found a common ground
And learnt the joy of moving as one

We created true friendships
And unwavering loyalties
Perhaps future relationships
And many inexplicable bonds we will forever cherish

We learnt to give our time to one another
And our smiles to those that lost theirs
We consoled each other
That things will get better
And we're all in this united, together

And you our leader
Have been a friend, a guide and a ladder
For you is a prayer for all the best life has to offer


May we all be together
Next year and thither
My favourite hundred and thirteen


HAJARA  MUHAMMAD  TOM

EXAM WISH POEM
FOR
300 LEVEL MBBS A.B.U ZARIA
FROM PRE-CLINICALS TO CLINICALS

If Halima will permit me I'd like to call it "To Us" like the cake

Heartbreak - Mustapha TK

*Heartbreak*

That inexplicable feeling you get. You want to die because you're not worth living. As useless as the terms and conditions. Are you invisible? Not worthy of love? After all you've done, that's what you get in the end. They say everything that has a beginning has an end. But this end makes it feel like "no more ends".

But slowly, by God's design. No condition is permanent. The box you put your self in cracks the way your heart did and light pours into you and fills up the void left there. Slow, but it'll happen. Things have color again. Food tastes nice again. Talking to people feels normal now. All because of the friends that stayed. The new people that wanted to know you.

But alas. Just the way a broken glass tells a story when put back together, just like wounds heal but leave a scar, so shall the cracks on your heart be. Dented by the terrible emotions. Frail and fragile from the war.

But life has it in such a way that every end, is the beginning of a new story.

  --TK