Abubakar Ahmed Imam

At dawn
When birds sing
Fluttering their wings
And dancing on tree tops
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I hear that call
From far away
Gentle, caressing...
Those tender words
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Words show me brightest of lights
Words show me darkest of nights

Words make tender my heart
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I stand before you!
My eyes are crimson,
So are yours.
We are torn
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I want to behold your face
On the belly of the horizon
Growing darker and darker
Until it bursts
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Time has passed by
And slowly we rise
From the dark pit of our slumber
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The battle is over
The dust has settled
Together we toil
in the void of a collosal loss
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My heart is soft
My eyes are wet
Each night I wait
Silent
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Upon each turn of my head,
I behold your face-
Ethereal.
Your presence fills my heart
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(i)
O’ Mother Africa
Wipe away these beads of sorrow
That harrow and scorn thy lovely brow
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In your face
Beyond the embers
That glow in you eyes
I see that day
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With stern faces we stand
On this beckoning sand
Facing east
Praying for the deceased
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Friends are fair flowers
That adorn
The fields of life
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From the gloom of my nights to the light of my days
I find myself counting your countless salient ways

Could I ever imagine the pain I caused you
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Amidst the dark walls
Of ignorance,
Your call rose, still rises,
Higher than the sun,
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Akmal, my dear
Is this you that I see
This little ruby
Sparkling with innocence
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O' brightest of stars
O' worthiest of praise
O' warmest of shoulders
O' my prop in distress
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Each time I close my eyes
Images of the days gone by
Like a flood come surging
I see you emerge from the kitchen
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I look; in the glitter of your eyes
I see the promise of paradise
On your smooth celestial face
I see the boundless beauty of the black race
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