abbas abubakar Poems

Sons of ancient soil
Sons of ancient moon
Sons of our old mother
Who wake before dawn
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Why do you want to eat me
And give me the remains
You held my hands
That you know a spring
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I came to the world
With a word in my palm
I trekked through this valley
Just to sow this word in wind's womb
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Broken chair walk in cloud of gravel spine
Yet montanes cry of lost voices
Deserts have been encroached by stamps of death
Claws of wind tearing shielding rocks if desolate soul
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Many creatures are in ovation
Humming and singing in glee
For this day is a birthmark
Of a genius on earth
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After a sunny night
I sat to write
The thorns of my life
Came a man in white
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When i looked back
I saw yesterday's corpse
Floating away on sea of contempt
It had many mourners
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Truly, I cant fly
But my food
In the hands of those
That have wings
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Rising from my pant of infantry
I saw the crescent in a mien
That pour sadness in my bowl
I feel the wry in sun's cloth
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Last night
My itching fingers could not be
I sat by my crying ink
Tossing long gazes at candle flames
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