Author: Safana
Poetry
Teardrop
...for I can't wipe
the dewdrops
fallen on cheek
I don't know
why the teardrop
slowly filled the
empty bucket
but, raindrop
shortish the pond
Recycle the papers
No useless papers on
earth to waste and to
burn...
All papers are useful
To write and to draw
To read and to fold
To protect and prevent
...
To write good and bad
To draw useless and useful
To read and to fold on a papers
To protect and prevent, with a papers
2021
A new sister has come,
And older one has forever gone
She gone with bad miracles like
COVID-19 and war invasion and
insurgencies around the universe
Please new sister, be kind to us
as Salmabanu requested in her
beautiful pen work
"Be kind,
Be compassionate,
Hear our cries,
Let us out!
Give us wings to fly" (c) salmabanu 21
Joy Giver
I put her request
on shelf later I
throw it into the
waste...
I never think
the words of
request are
joy giver
I don't want die
I am not bad
I am not sad
I am not mad
I am not sick
I am always worry
Worry about character
Character from my nature
I am really bad
I am really sad
I am really mad
I am really sick
Because, I infected by death
I don't want die
I don't want die
Just, I want live,
To live forever
I ask so much, the remedy
And, no one has the cure
One old physician, one day
Tell me a lot of no prevention
If I don't want to die
I shouldn't come alive
Yelling!
Up and down the street
they shouted and yelled!
An applauses over the
sky and atmospheric
nature blink and gaze
...can be seen, every corner
is a mixture of shine and dark,
in the far eastern is a balloons and
lanterns escaping to the above
earth, in the mid-eastersn a towers
blink and exploded
Above the black quarters, tension
and conflict are competing, and in
the ebony estate the insurgencies
took a ride on their roads...
In every home, there is a bed and the blanket of conflict but in the western
Shelters there's comfort mats to dwell
Don't build a wall
Don't build a wall
between you and I...
Let our unity ride
our fate to reach the
beautiful nature
My tongue is not close to your ears
I see, a moon light
In the sunny day
reflecting the sun
like a brilliant
diamond on the
mirror...
In a time close to
the noon I see your
walking on a pedest
when I was near
your footprint but
I can't even say hi
to your ears because
my tongue is not close
to it
...
Sun
I will tell you
I will tell you...
when you question me
I will give you
I will give you...
when you ask me
I wish to tell you
something about the sun
when it rise in the precious
morning and when it set in
the beautiful evening...
The sun is patiently smiled
at the beginning of the night
when the night slapped on
the sun cheek...
And the sun said:
Goodbye to the
day and welcome
to beautiful moon
...classicism
...stay and listen
to no one,
For everyone who
try to vomit on my
own cup of Tea I
will boil and flood
to spoil the brim, not
only the brim of the
cup but... the table of
the tea
Last term, in somewhere
like a public classroom
a beautiful young fawn
knock on my skull and
let my cranium to wake
up as sudden as the sun
rise...
I can see on her retina a
classicism scan and from
her tongue a cute twisting
It may be, a feeling
between indoor and
outdoor
..never said, to my ear👂
Worry! put the
blame
not on my
head but on
your selfishness,
you never said
to my ear
something
happiness
like a
brightfull
memories
of celebration
will be on
your way
soon
Happy Birthday Hauwa
Every smile you
do in every sun
shine repeating
itself but today
I see you flying
on a wings like
a bird nearing
the sunny days
I see a blowing
happiness on
your cheeks
when you light
on your birthday
candle
Happy Birthday
HAUWA🎂
Hauwa, she is +1
Ages are upswing
to sky and elderly
are faces, yours
are flying with
colorful balloons
tied with ribbons,
and your kisser is
getting younger
in every second
when your
beautiful mug
is natural and
your smiles are
fully bright
HBD HAUWA🎂
......cut the cake
I know,
your smile is
smiling when
your right index
finger and thumb
carry the sharpest
knife to cut the cake🎂
I can see your tongue
yen to taste the sweet
of your birthday cake
HAUWA
It's your birthday, HAUWA
...
Your Turn Hauwa
is brightfull hours
when I was with
your colorful face
at my fore not on
my head, your days
are shine and bright
more than a diamond
And, the months are
flying just like a miracle
to reach somewhere
with decorative red
of flowers and white
like a rose, lily and
jasmine,
And, I see your today
standing as a giant
plant flowering the
happiness when
everyone took a look
on you beautifully and
said:
HAUWA
(JIDDAH)
🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂
A widow
At 23, she got marry
someone with bright
face, it's a love tied
them together with
fair and fairness, they
are like beautiful doves
flying with colorful
wings, all the birds
praise them to the skies
And suddenly, a broom
of destinies just appeared
and swept away their
happiness when the
death click and select
the husband, now
She is a widow
Bright, it's you!
Bright, is a bright
feeling to someone,
who is cute and bright,
she is someone like a
moon when its whispered,
she is some one like sun
when it's shine in the
beautiful sunny day
She smile like morning
buzz and she laugh like
an evening tones...
...you look so beautiful
when you are raged,
you are comely atime of
happiness, I never see a
a flower with a sweet
scented stalk and red
petals and pinkish-purple
sepals like your,
You are, a mirror in
the garden, you are
the queen in the
Kingdom of cuties
...
A pen
A pen a pen my little pen Slowly, I took a little pen To write a poem with a pen A poem, to beautify my pen It’s a bonafide my little pen A bar-like, my woody pen A new, and passion my pen It’s a grey-hued and little pen And, it has a green bark a pen Quite soft to touch my only pen It’s a sharpen, my little pen An iroko wood made my pen A yellow part covered a pen It’s a red, strike on my pen With a black, strike my pen Its look like a bow my pen To write a bit with my pen Supple to draw on, my pen Can be use as dotting pen Enclosed no ink in my pen A bit looks like my little pen To write, like my little pen To sketch well, like my pen To beautify, like a baby pen Not like my handsome pen...