yahaya habeeb jprof kayode
Biography of yahaya habeeb jprof kayode
i was born in the north central of nigeria, kwara ilorin.i was motivated by my late dad.proffessor Abdulrasak yahaya.i have gotten more talents in literary works, and my purgations stand firmly as a truth
yahaya habeeb jprof kayode's Works:
jprof's collections of poems
yahaya habeeb jprof kayode Poems
A Wonderful Friend
When i was in a coma My heart was full of wonder With my mind i pondered My friends have gone asunder
The Silent Nights
When most people are dead Some, on the mat; some on the bed Still breathing, and dreaming Yet some keep soliloquizing
The day we expected shall come so soon Of all our times, we shall always wait we waited and waited and look into the moon But nothing we found that made it delayed
The green grasses are gone The taverns were burnt Happiness walked away Holding joy along the trail
Today Is The Birthday Of Prophet Muhamma...
Oh! Wonderful gift from our lord The one we so much cherished, our beloved Prophet muhammad, the best of mankind Pious was he and he was so kind
My home is calling And my heart; responding The abode of pleasures and exhilaration Where my mind prepares for some missions
Gone Are Those Days
Gone are those days With beautiful moments; with real entertainment And with beautiful places
Life Is Like A Maze
Life Is like A maze You don't have to wait You have to think; meditate With that you'll find your way
It had been given to us A wonderful mother as a gift from our lord The most beautiful gift on earth Don't treat her like dirt
Here comes the great will The instrument that comes with zeal It brings power and fear is cleared The sages with courage they are declared
Good morning folks I hope you had a wonderful dream I guess you saw some mysterious monks And in their monastery, you drank a tea
The Determined Labourers
The determined ones Those with much coins Labored so far Pledging their heart
Oh! What an expectation Yearning for the things I'll always crave for Sometimes my heart receives enough questions Sometimes unwanted accusations
The black race of nature ''oh Africa'' The home of agricultural endowment Our lands are filled with fertility And our waters, naturally blessed
Questions For Thee
I have millions and billions of question to ask.
But time wouldn't permit me, to fulfill the task.
But certain is it, i will ask from thee
why we humans are always amiss?
My questions are compared as an approaching bullet
some say, it is like a poison in which i giveth.
But certain is it, i will ask from thee,
why the color of the leaves are always green?
My questions appear with great confusion,