Ramadan Poem | Day 27: Worry Away by Zulikha Idris Babalola
WORRY AWAY As Clay, our worry was…. Who knows? Then sculpted and our worry was to breathe Then…
WORRY AWAY As Clay, our worry was…. Who knows? Then sculpted and our worry was to breathe Then…
PAINTINGS If i could learn how to paint a living soul I could paint one for you Drenched…
Lover’s Call When the terrain of the skins Spread under the nose of the sky I want to…
THE NIGHT The night had grown old in the hands It had become a grey hair turning fear…
The Love of Allah If life is to be burrow On the wheel of tranquillity Where man dances…
And Ye Shall Come To Know The body And the body shall come to know That the pangs…
Battered Bruised Abandoned Ripped off Robbed Subjugated Enslaved Indicted Accused Confined Jailed Killed Chaos Then silence… Where’s equity?…
When will human ever be satisfied? Always feeling the need to multiply When he’s successful, he feels gratified…
The Odd Numbers Every being wants to journey The 84 years 4 months in a night They crumble…
Modesty Zulikha, Know that what I speak to you regarding your modesty goes beyond what you see Is…