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THE WHEEL OF HOPE In a world where; Tomorrow hide under a mask; And lost in the terrain of mystery; Waking up from the bed of dead hope; Having no clue of the color; The sky might display; No cognition of what; The day might present; Time flies for it's purpose; So everyone just keep moving; And riding on the wheel of hope; Growing up as a kid; Was like a baby,Trying to walk; For the first time,but fell; Painfully encouraging, but; No! No!! No!!!,you have not seen; The end of this baby, may be; That's the reason his wobbled frame; Crawled and combed every street; Searching For clouds with silver lining; Wondering why his stars are not shining; As if it will never end there; No! No!!No!!!,you have not seen; The graduated child of then; Now a glorified slave; Living under the roof of pang; Roving with shadow of penury; Vending with sweat for penny; No one could feel the agony; Life has meted upon him; Still he never loose his will; "He neve

WOMAN What if I don't want to be equal to him? Satisfied and content in my skin My brassieres, my heels Yes, I'm unable to swat cockroaches And spiders mortify me It doesn't make me a lesser me He could pay the bills, bring home the cheese I'll do the laundry and pick the beans He'll make quick fixes, mow the meadows I'll make good meals and bathe the kids I don't want to fix my flat tyre Sweat and ruin my mascara! I think he's pretty at office administrations But suck at house decorations and party preparations What if the word 'submission' appeals to me? And I want to be the woman behind him not the wheels? I'm who, man?I'm woman! I love to be nurtured and cuddled Spoiled rotten, worshiped and pampered Put on my lipstick and six inches And wait for the door to be opened for me I'm at the top of my world And in my next life or world I'll come back as me Unapologetically.. As woman as I can ever be

THE HIDDEN TRUTH This is the time; Time to face the truth, Truth behind the wall of lies, Lies hidden in the depth of heart, Heart that never forget both, Both left a memory to recall. At dusk; When darkness has arrested the day, And brightness has tardily gone to roost, Vision has been forced to wear a shade, Details has faded like the tones of an old recording. Without arm or sword; Shadows of deceit invaded the world. Like an epidemic disease, Humans now suffer Outbreak of fallacy. Lies have shielded the beauty of truth, The world now dwell in pretence,why??? Humans now assume false identity, Wearing mask of self concealment about. Conformity to reality has dwindled away, Like the faded color of an old shabby clothes. Humans now appreciate illusory ideas, And celebrate the love of fantasy,why??? Where are the virtues of man??? In the face of this overwhelming lies, A life full of integrity;I symbolise, Beautify with honesty and sincerity, A world f

WE ARE HUMAN We are human! Lets live,not to be killed, We are human like you, So,Why should we be slayed like ewe? We are humans! We are humans like you, The same blood runs in our veins,  We are not to be hanged with death reins. We are humans like you, We are not from a strange world, God created us all in his own image, Don't turn our existence into a mirage. We are humans like you, Why should the fear of a stranger, Turned you to a savage that slaughter, Made you litered the street with massacre, And let blood of innocent flows like river. We are of a race called Human, Let's appreciate oneness as a man, Racism is an enemy of a society, That cripples the existing unity. © Jamiu Ahmed

HOPE I have seen them wallow in pains and shames I have watch them crawl in fears and tears Beneath the Bridges was were they lay In endless wait for a vain lies Just a bread we do the miracle for the day As they wait for some gain I have watch them show love to passers by Cleaning their foots and bowing cheerfully just for a handful of bread for a day I have seen them smile Even in the mist of hunger Oh! A life of hope Much more better than a life of greed I have also watch them Been chase away like they are flies But in patient they come back holding and pleading That you save a soul I have seen mothers wrap up with children A cry in hand A weakling at back But with a face of hope Oh! Yes for a better tomorrow The comfort from the breeze Becomes their shield No fear from danger Nothing out there they have not seen or come across before In all of this A nice home Is still not a poison To them........ (C) motherofyouth

THE JOY OF MOTHER ENDS NOW . Àbìmì! Tell me the foot steeps of your garulous milk? Where thousand of my nipples as become wellspring, To the joy I never counted as my dream, Why are you so selfish to live? . Àbìmì!your shadow at night wasn't that bad to behold, The sweet-sixteen waist of your gesture, Its really missed from my brained brain, To you I wear my agony of seasonless pain. .  Àbìmì! let me tell you my past days of barren, Where my tears made a river, Flowing to and fro down like a lively discussion, To sadden my humble heart in pleading for suicide. . Àbìmì! Days have counted the earth root, Let journey in light not darkness, Cos your dictions I never seize  not to respect, I'm sorry for low submission in making you back to earth. . Àbìmì! Tell me one thing I won't do for you, To slaughter a cow or kill a  switch  amount of goat? That,isn't my telling of NO, let me hold a good Destiny of you. . Àbìmì!owls never learn to tell night t

I led the giant jumbo of a wicked triumphant, Slamming the conspiracy of my door steps beneath the episodes of flowing through death– Of grasping at straws of veils. . AM the dispirited crawling catastrophe of love, Cozy it thrilling like flattery unruly sun ray. From the hill down to the mountain of lust, There I see chapters of unwanted souls. . NOT from this Barnabas's shoe will I replace my foot, But the big four of the globe resides in my head– If I die of my ignorance,then am justified; Till darkness calls me his kin,then I'll fall asleep. . TO backbone purported my humble galling teeth; From sparkling at night,preaching to the meats, In count-less prayer,salvation never seize, But boosting the power– turning to testimonies. . BLAME me from passing through the fire of sleeping decades, Where life ends a started journey of a thousand offspring, To the rooted root of vascular resistance, Because I am not myself to blame for your SHATTERED heart.

"JOURNEY OF A THOUSAND OFFSPRING" ••• sacred heart of a blissful ignorance, Swimming in swollen Gemstones, Parabulating habitat in hunting for prey, Twilddly Night that submit to nakedness. ••• Under the garage of unwanted offspring, Hatching success for bad-luck, Flattering of blanket that  justify, When heaven seek ousail of imago. ••• Vultures circling the prosperity of human, ploughing kiss that mislead the lips, Of thousand lives that meet, So shall we witness the eye of earth. ••• Let journey in darkness of dearest owls, Echoing the voice of death, Why should we be caressing lips? But boosting to nakedness of life. ••• What's our gainful merit in darkness? When eagle eyes as now become bleary, Tripping over sorrowful image but exertion, I can feel the breeze that charm carriers. ••• Dancing inside a river of "dreadful episodes" Were our generations are forbiden, Not this world would I walk bear footed, To tell the journey of

A ROOM TO-LET . I have seen the lofty swing of sun, From a city of sorrowful history, With tears like humble parrot, Of garboiled which garbled for sin. . For I have casted my sinful doubt, Beneath the episodes of flowing wellspring, With a tattered clothes of agony of pain, So shall I sing along with my tears in fear. . I now dreamt of days like prodigal son, For boys who went and never returned, From the psalm and sermon of a stamerer, That clad two naked seeds for water. . Pain is just to make a history, From the emancipation of dreadful dream, Exchanging brutality of broken pebbles, Down to the other side of the room. . This is where we eat rusten foods, With poisonous  milk of prey, That fetched flustered flowing, From sparkling at darkness's dawn. . For I have casted my vote on obdurate mountains, Where my deeds shall  submit, To the rooted root from decades, To tell A ROOM TO-LET is a story of speechless-orphan