My Unroofed Village Poem by Sumaila Mohammed Rashad
My Unroofed Village
Poem: My unroofed village
My village is far away
Farther than your
Index finger can out -stretch
My village is near
Nearer than the greying
Hairs on your hair
My village is high,
Higher than
The sky could roof
My village is hot
Hotter than
The core of the sun
Could intimidate
My village is wide
Wider than
The air could clothe
My village is cold,
Colder than
The womb of the sea
Could pamper to snooze.
My village is perforated
My village is air-roofed
My village is the sun's hub
Did anybody ask of my village?
Dedicated to: Abdul-Haqq Mohammed
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4/30/2024 4:05:37 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Far away, , , , , , near, hot, high, wide, cold, perforated roof........ my Unroofed village. very good poem full of ideas and imagination. tony