World Poetry Day Poem by Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker Abdalla

We smile, we nod at one another, knowing each person rose to the occasion. Oh, how much love, one for another, in this small concreted space, I could recollect it, such a day of days omen.

I'm your poetry in the blackness; I share insight, wisdom; I'm from coop and wafer-thin glossy blank notebooks with fresh lines, and never endangerment remains unwritten.

Today, the whole world is drab and fuzzy, ding lightless; I could look at your surface from the veil of my lifeless dead moon.

Vital for life and not for the moment; see what I do but the things I have done; I'm a deep-seated corn you can't gibe and see beneath; it's about your psychology.

It's about your focal murkiness that encroach into my world of contentment; I have peeked on you with the sweetest smile stain on an algal.

I heeded like deferential in the hallway; I will conduct you fixed in my anticipation always without fall.

As all these are elegantly recorded by days of old; our fondness is our devotion, unique indeed for now, we hold hands; so your rhyme needs reaction and fancy that created naturally hike.

That's why we proclaim this day, that's why beyond the world we say as long as life free I'm your poetry and the world is mine.