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Habeebullahi Yunusa Poem
One incident very funny to me happened one day;
so uncommon and weird was it that I couldn’t say
whether it was a reality, a hallucination or a dream:
I was to attend a mermaid-hosted party in a stream;
with this I was surprised, perplexed and proud,
and shouted aloud for the privilege me allowed.
To get to the meeting venue fast, I booked a flight,
but I arrived at the airport late_ a plight to fight;
I only saw the plane take off_ the flight was missed;
resolute not to miss the meeting, I decided to be bussed.
Actually, I boarded the bus safely and was ready
for the go; the bus roared to life and moved with speed steady;
all of a sudden, we came to a halt in the middle of nowhere;
back to status quo! I won’t retire till I acquire what I desire!
I thought of going by train, but it was too slow;
then I made up my mind that I’d in a boat go;
unfortunately, the boat capsised! We were saved
by sheer luck; I must get to where my mind craved.
Having used all the available transport media
and I remained in my progressless position earlier;
I made the funniest ever possible decision:
to go on foot_trekking_was the decision.
Even with this I wasn’t successful_
evil forces wanted not my success full;
as I was planning to start going,
my legs failed me_they ceased working!
I, in this confused state of mind, slept off;
when I woke up, I saw a letter-like stuff;
‘Come you must against all odds,’ said the fairy letter;
‘What next?’ Annoyed, I shouted and tore the letter.
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Habeebullahi Yunusa Poem
I am pan-phobic,
but can also be phonic
when not in panic.
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Habeebullahi Yunusa Poem
We take up arms against one another,
we engage in mass killing of each other,
yet we’re of the same parents, Adam and Eve.
We kill one another in cold-blooded murder
because of politics, enmity, rituals, ..., for mere burger,
yet we’re all descendants of the same couple.
We knowingly cheat one another- injustice,
favouritism, ethnicism, racism, prejudice, ...,
yet we’re all siblings, brothers and sisters.
Your evils against me and mine against you
constitute man’s manifest evil against man,
yet man’s man, man’s men and men’re a man.
When then will we drop arms against each other,
and realise the long forgotten brotherhood sense?
Brotherhood, I mean, brotherhood in its true meaning.
When will we be united, not untied, like a broom,
and stop being divided by meaningless lifeless things-
boundaries, skin colours, accents, dressings, ...?
When will men be a single man in thought,
ideology, action, ..., with different parts
but only one mono-compact body?
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Habeebullahi Yunusa Poem
Concord’s for English;
formulae, maths. Everything
has their rules: heed them.
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Habeebullahi Yunusa Poem
The arrow pierces
his
heart
ruthlessly with the
full-fledged hatred
of the sender;
the
unsuspecting
innocent victim was
hit by the arrowhead
in the head
and almost
instantly he fell
with a thud and
became dead—
cold-blooded murder.
Why!?
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