Poem - AMAZING WARRIORESS - Maryam Salman

*AMAZING WARRIORESS**

The amazing warrioress
Face full of smiles even though in pain.
Fighting fearlessly,
Determined to stay alive.

Never look down on her,
For knowledge is a servant to her
Talents and gift she's full of it.
For a warrioress is never without skills

Know that she's not perfect, Nobody is
She has her weaknesses, just like anyone else.
But don't take her for granted;
For she's a warrior so magnanimous

Emotions and feelings; she's got them too
Friendship and Love, she's entitled to.
She's got a heart full of gold
That accommodates anyone who cares to hold

To discrimination and stigmatization I say Nay!
Because she's a normal human who is so gay
Love and cherish her instead; it surely pays
To the amazing Sickle Warrioress I say Aye!

*Maryam Salman **

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*

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

POETRY TALENT - Her moon and stars - FATIMA SUMDA

Her moon and stars

Once upon a moon
With a thousand stars adorning her glam
Up high in a dark sky
She glared
Indeed the saga of the moon and stars
It was all she had

She was born in an era of doom
But never did she ever forsaked to bloom
She discovered her strength in the aura of the night
After all, it was all she had

Staring deep into the eyes of the stars
She knew her dreams was fire
Dancing around the full moon
Her joy was never to perish
It was all she had
Her moon and stars

She's the moons woman
Queen of flowery stars
In all her existence
Her moon and stars
Was all she had

Fatima Sumda
Thinkerbelle

Happy women's day

POEM - Behind that prescription- Zainab M Musa

...Behind that prescription

It seems to be below your expectations,
Lo! It is beyond all your assumptions,
It is neither a secret code,
Nor a sealed communic ation mode,

It is a skill acquired by determination,
A sacrifice made for passion.
It does not look poor by intention,
And not by the doctor's discretion.

It must not be calligraphic,
For it to be authentic.
It should just be comprehending,
To the pharmacist in charge of dispensing.

Never see it as an ill looking manuscript,
What matters is the content of the script.
For behind that prescription,
Is a silent wish for your speedy recuperation.
             ZMM