Ramadan Poem | Day 23: Nobody Wins It All by Zulikha Idris Babalola
NOBODY WINS IT ALL I’ll dare to look straight at the sun I’ll dare to caress its warm…
NOBODY WINS IT ALL I’ll dare to look straight at the sun I’ll dare to caress its warm…
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Remembrance Have/ I/sold/my/soul/so/cheap// To/ the/spirits// That/devilshed/my/love/ for/ Allah// Have/I/sold/ my/piety/like/the// Valley/sold/its/fertility/to/the hills// Have/I/caused/sickness/to/the// Souls/of/my/brethren// Letting/me/lazy/of/prayer// My/faith/degrading/like/the/rocks// Worn/by/the/agent/of/denudation// My/soul’s/warriors/are/melting//…
WORRY AWAY As Clay, our worry was…. Who knows? Then sculpted and our worry was to breathe Then…
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On intimate moments of the silent night, the music dances smoothly in the other room, the glitter, staining…
PAINTINGS If i could learn how to paint a living soul I could paint one for you Drenched…