Mosi Mustapha Gomina
Mosi Mustapha Gomina Poems
Armed Fire-Rings Of Immortality
Behold scattered grains of mortality;
seeded deep into the lives of mortals;
pruning dreams till birth of reality;
availed from the slums of ancient Golgotha.
As men strive to trample on aged Time;
though the mortal hands are bound amidst fear;
fate is awakened from the slumbering mines;
reeling forth to weave humans' thread with care.
Desert-terrains of mere humanity;
abandoned but without mortal success;
for all men budget for eternity;
searching hither for eternity's crest.
How the celestial beings over this, laugh;
watching mere ...
Birth Of Daylight
There, the orange sun has burnt itself out.
The dark veil is hauled over the starred sky.
The blue-berried moon now lingers about.
Every mortal temporarily dies.
The steady chirping of crickets is born;
It's cry wandering about the empty space;
In preparation for a new dawn;
The cloak of existence; another phase.