Ramadan Poem | Day 17: Let’s Tell Ourselves a Story by Zulikha Idris Babalola
Let’s Tell Ourselves a Story Once upon a virtue There lived a value. He acts in probity Interact…
Let’s Tell Ourselves a Story Once upon a virtue There lived a value. He acts in probity Interact…
The Life Out there I imagine the life out there, to be of Counting stars till the period…
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Atonement today, I was scared to death// as I took my bath under a shower// I could see…
WORRY AWAY As Clay, our worry was…. Who knows? Then sculpted and our worry was to breathe Then…
CAGED BIRDS Once in my childhood I was caught and locked in a cage Like a bird At…
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…
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//…
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