Wednesday, 25 April 2018

POEM - HOPELESS LOVER - FATIMA MUHAMMAD SANI

HOPELESS LOVER

He loved her,he said
With full hope,she laid
For love,she was a maid
Happiness,she was paid

 He was different,she thought
To express the love,she fought
Fought all who insulted him
Love story like a film
Love held everything firm

All she had was sacrificed
In the name of love,she announced
She was a faithful lover
Always the first mover
Destroyed all that tried to cross the border

The feelings were ignored
A whole being was lowered
The heart was murdered
Into pieces it was shattered
The soul was watered
With hateful blood,it was covered

Experienced a new pain
Feelings became plain
Dysfunctional was her brain
Hatred was all that rained

Love made her psychotic
All she does becomes dramatic
Hell opened it's doors
Crying is all she does

              FATIMA MUHAMMAD SANI

Poem - Mother's day! ZAINAB M MUSA

The praise of a mother
I pick up my pen today,
To praise she who spends her day,
To put a smile on a face,
It is really a grace,

To have her as a shade,
That never allows you to fade.
She's as cool as a gentle breeze,
Which does not make you to freeze.

She wakes up early,
A routine daily.
She teaches you to be holy,
And not to be a bully.

She is a hero,
Who makes you believe you can't score a zero,
She is a source of encouragement,
That makes you to never relent.

She is a guide,
To a brighter future ride.
She's dedicated like an entourage,
I salute your courage.
 
                    ZMM
In celebration of mother's day!

Poem - A tolerated killer - Nasruddeen

A tolerated killer


Imagine the feeling of incision without anesthesia,
Exactly that, stroked my cardia.
When I palpated a living death child.
From where he came? I had no idea.
But resembled IDP orphans of Somalia.


Had worn-out muscles as a used gauze.
With frozen arteries and veins
All blocked by rigid and sticky erythrocyte
Shaped like crescent moons.
Pale skin, swollen hands and feet plus pneumonia.
Severe symptoms of sickle cell anemia.


Oh! Not a Somali, realized I
But a son of self-serving lovebird
That denied their incompatibility
Even though their genotypes are incompatible.
And chose to geneticized miseries
To their yet born babies.


I held his arm, my eyes widened as owl's
Then I fell into chasm of thoughts
Does love worth all sacrifices?
Even the health and joy of our offsprings?
Isn't it easy to eradicate sickle cell disease?
Or is our gruesome acts let it living?
Aren't we serving its cycle?
Why don't we starve it now?

NSA Mbaya.

POEM - SICKLE CELL DISEASE- MARYAM SALMAN

It's more than just a case of mutated haemoglobin
It's more than a cell been sickle shaped
It's eternal hardship full of pain.
Know your genotype today; Help stop the Menace.
 *Maryam Salman*

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☺