Happy Birthday To The Universe That Carries Me Poem by Hashim Hamzat

The Drizzling on the marble floor spell out August the 3rd.
Their was a splash and a flash of light from the west corridor
The oily stained stainless plate falls on the floor out of joy to join in with the drums set of celebrations
I heard that the sun always drank alot of alcohol especially on the 3rd to celebrate the mighty August.
I believe that today, for she delayed to sail the daybreak this morn
It wasn't her fault to have forgotten the adhans calls
She was just trying to prepare the day of no kind for that prudent being of animmaculate creature.
My mum
If only I could join the burning candles
If only I could turn to those birthday noodles
I will do it in pulchritude.

If am to revive some lost joy
If am to return again and again a happiness of no kind
I will search your database in heaven to see the most joyfull moment of your lifetime.
Maybe it is the day you gave birth to me
Maybe it is the day i was named Hashim
Maybe it is the day i was in a stage of infancy.
My mum
Always know that their is no home more beautiful than my first touch of life in your fortress
Always no that their is nothing more tasteful than the juice I sucked from your breast.
Your hands that spread itself for meanytime am feeling sleepy
Your mouth, a pumping engine that exude and empty out my congested nostril for my relief
I missed the way you empathize
The way u deify
The way my errors and flaws were glorified
Those are the things that no other woman can ever replace in my life.
I love you mum and happy birthday to you.