On The Death Of Mohammed Poem by Medea Kali

Mohammed, what can I say on your untimely departure?
I miss you…Every now and then I remember that big smile of yours
That optimistic happy mood you were always in
I would always strut in the place where you always ended up at
And you would greet me with a hug and a kiss
Even though I know and you know I was not that sweet.

A nomad by all means, wandering and wandering
Till you got the means and achieved your dream
The grand dream after which God took you away from us
Unto his heavenly dome
I mustn’t say took for our souls are God’s own on this earth
But my friend, I am at a loss for words
How can this be? Why did this be?

I miss you… Scissors in hand, trivial talk to amuse me
You’re free, wandering above us looking downwards as we grieve