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One, two, three…
The count goes on
Lost upon lost
Innocent harmless souls are killed

Like Borno, Burma is not safe
If not for all, then for those whose crime is being a minority

They are murder, martyr
And are not far from total annihilation

But Human rights turns human rats
And to Burma’s plight they are deaf, dumb and blind
Acting only in their mute, while silence become their match song

They sing in silent muse
Expecting me to join as an ally
But my humanity denies me such freedom
And now I’m singing the “Stop the killing” song

For how longer could I be mute
When my humanity questions my humanity
Each times my dumbness rein over my wit
And my muse betrays my heartfelt?

Brother from Burma
I glanced at your photo from the wilderness
And see your lost, loneliness
And a people deserted by their own kinsmen

I know home is worst than wilderness when your love ones are gone,
But you will be alone no more
For not all are human rats
Some are truly Human Rights

God’s aid shall come soon

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RAMADHAN

RAMADHAN

A birth of a new light in the sky
My Charismatic Crescent
For your arrival many await
Your Crystal Concave Silver line to see.
Swimming across the Metaphoric sea of the sky
Amidst the ironic forest of the stars
Reflecting brightness of the setting Golden Sun
Glaring as you glow
Making us glare with impish glee
Enunciating “Has it been sighted?” many a times.
My Charismatic Crescent
Come and show your presence
With your Ramadhanic enticement prowess
To entice one and all towards rewardable acts
For peace is neither a faith nor a belief
It’s an element of your true tranquility.
My Charismatic Crescent
Golden in value- Silver in colour
Vaulted behind the clouds
We all await your arrival
As you orbit displaying your planetary splendour
Beautifying as you transcend
Reminding me of my young dreams
When my eyes reach for the stars
And I see your curvaceous outfit
Wrapped in your glowing apron
As you followed the Setting Sun
Assuming you to a Suitor and a betrothed,
Conceiving within my dear heart a Ceremonial Solemnisation
That you shall wed next day
As people converged to Midwifed your coming Son
A precious son named ramadhan
Twenty nine or Thirty days it shall live
Blessing all the mothers and the fathers as they fast
Happy Ramadhan!

© Musa Shehu Uthman 24-05-2017

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GONE FOR GLORY, AND NOT FOR GOLD

GONE FOR GLORY, AND NOT FOR GOLD

GONE FOR GLORY, AND NOT FOR GOLD

Gone for years, but the memories still linger in the hearts,
The pain still hunts,
It cuts so deep in the heart and it still hurts.
Life’s the fastest trip but only the wise gives in some thoughts,
Flashing back in memory gets the eyes wet and the body hots.
“May you be blessed.” Was your favourite phrase.
Remembering your words make eyes drop tears,
And the heart cracks.
“May Allah bless your grave and your progenies guide.”
Become my favorite phrase since your demised.

Gone for years,
But they set only a day for you.
Mothers day- they call it,
This is foolishness in all its ramifications and I call it feeble.
Within this ideology they wish everyone is entangle,
Away from this foolishness I’ll always struggle.
For every day of my life in your thoughts I’ll spend,
If Allah makes me able.

My Queen from the Nile,
My unlettered heroine, a pearl in my heart,
My Mother, my perfect Woman, my love!
They said you are gone for years,
So for you is just a day.
Yes, you are gone.
But gone for what?
Gone for Glory, and Not for Gold,
So for you are all days.
while the Body lays in the Dusts,
May the Soul rests with the Lord of Hosts.
May Allah bless your journey,
Ameen may the angels answered.

Gone for Glory, and not for Gold,
For years you’ve sojourned.
Sooner or later i too shall sojourn on this same path,
Whenever the time comes,
I have but only one wish..
That with the righteous may we be unite,
In Allah’s house of guests,
Aljannatul firdousi, an abode so blessed.
Ameen.

©Musa Shehu Uthman
July, 2015
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THERE IN MY HEART

THERE IN MY HEART

THERE IN MY HEART

I closed my eyes and the light dims,
And there in my heart another light beams,
Its rays falls on my heart’s bims,
It punches hit me and my heart beats…
As the clock arm reads twelve midnight on my hand’s wrist,
Then love blows and heart breeze,
Coming from her breath the air was cool,
As she lay close to me her touch makes my heart chills,
My spine rotates and my head spins…
There i was lost in my day- dreaming,
Thinking her love will be there for real life time,
She is like a love gift from above,
But, hallucination! her gift is a cause,
Living in a fake world, she turns to a dove,
Gentle like an angel but in her hand was a knife,
She suddenly gone wild, tearing my heart apart like a wolf,
Leaving me to be drawn in my own blood-lake,
She loves but far from real, her love was fake,
From the high plane of love she pushes me down to fall and break…
vapouration! her love vanishes and she disappears,
Her love is not impairs,
Like a dangerous widow
Her love fades when she looks through the window,
blurred and blank, she is gone.

Resurrection!
Slow and steady my heart heals,
After she takes to her heels,
Another angel comes in with a rescue mission,
Non-fiction, her love is real without fiction,
Nice and slow my heart is back in a new fashion,
Her gift is love full passion,
The pain is gone,
Now love shoots in my heart like gun,
she loves me and her love is drama-free,
Perfection,
She is real without fake bakery,
Food for thought served in a dish of poetry!

©M.S. Uthman

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A HOME

A HOME

The sad wind blows and breeze into memory the sad effect,
The evil Shekau’s wars shackles Borno and leaves it with defect,
Children born for daddys now rendered orphans,
but their pains the Government fails to detect
Pains upon pains this toil really inflicts,
In the refugee camp daddy is not where to be select,
Upon the face of the earth mummy has been delete,Looking with keen eyes government provides not even an orphanage,
As more widows, widowers and orphans
The Evil Shekau creates…
The sad wind blows and breezes,
I remember our fallen Soldiers and my heart aches,
From my eyes tears flows with no retreat,
as this is made our fate,
The crying Borno child i am…
I longed for a companion but mother is no where to be seen,
I longed for a companion but father is in no where to be found,
Dejected i am, as an object, Relying solely on my faith,praying for nothing but a good fate.
While the government seeks to be re-elect,
I wish someone will my pains detect,
As one question through my mind stands erect,
I may over come the pains but not the effect.
And i dare ask…”Is a home really a home when your love ones are gone?”
Close yours and imagine your home razed, Sisters raped, mothers burnt, fathers killed and then feel the pain,
Crying Borno child i am,
And this is a bit of my pain i wish to paint…
Ya Allah take away my pains.
(c) M. S. Uthman

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