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Salma Malik Poem
New rains kiss the earth,
Seeds sprout from the darkened depths,
Life dances anew.
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Sparks dwindled too soon,
Leaving behind dark ashes,
And silence that burns.
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Cradling every scar,
Singing each pain to the wind,
Till I owned my song.
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The sun still rises,
Savannas awaken with hoots,
Life breathes, heart still beats.
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It comes whisking in when least expected,
Its steps silent, its grip too cold.
It slips through cracks, unseen and unchecked,
No whistle blown, no stories told.
Whether the doors are opened or locked,
It doesn't knock to take its due.
Whether the windows are open or closed,
It cares not for the clear sky or view.
It will one day meet us all, face to face,
Perhaps today, perhaps tomorrow.
It visits only at its chosen time, regardless of place,
Carrying both peace and sorrow.
May the heavens be pleased when the last breath is drawn,
For it is a phantom force we can never deflect.
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Food — The gift of soil and hand,
A miracle that sprang from sand,
Quenching hunger, warming souls,
Is the bite and sip from steaming bowls.
The ripened fruits and tender greens,
Eaten with crusty loaf of grains,
With flavours bold, textures sweet,
Making every bite a rare retreat.
A vital force that flows within,
Building bones and mending skin,
Is the dance of taste and nature's art,
Stitching and weaving every part.
A silent thanks, for juicy sips,
And every morsel that graced the lips.
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They say,
Be not moved by gold,
Nor charmed by crowns,
Nor swayed by faces
Carved like the dawn.
But by hearts that give
Without asking for more,
By spirits clothed in grace,
Stitched with kindness.
Yet we—fragile beings,
Spun from dust and desire,
Bow often to the gleam,
Reaching for what glitters.
They say,
Let the heart lead the way,
Let the soul discern freely,
That true beauty lies
In soft-spoken words.
But we—flawed and fleeting,
Walk past the sacred,
Chasing shimmery mirages,
Bruising the hands of need.
They say,
Love the one who listens
When silence falls,
Who sees you not as conquest,
But as home—a safe haven.
Yet the eyes, ever hungry,
Falls for the sparks,
And not the hot flames,
That lingers in quiet devotion.
And while character fades,
Into the noise we choose,
The soul stays hushed,
Whimpering beneath glitters.
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Attending school was never an option when the empty drum echoes the song of yearning grains, trekking the lanes with bathroom slippers that awaits a welcoming party in the municipal waste truck while idanuwa na zubar da kwalla.
Bafflement grips me when some sit in their Sunday best with glossy heels kicking a storm for not getting steak when tuwo miyan kuka is served.
Wai mai duniyar nan ke zama ne? The rich are becoming richer and the poor, poorer. Wai fa we can no longer spare a Kobo for the sick and weak when aljuhun mu na zuba. Ni ban ce kudi bata yi ba, wealth is everyone's dream amma sparing little for the needy too is good.
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Footsteps echo, whispers fade,
grief lingers where light once dwelled.
The earth sighs, arms stretched wide,
cradling silence, rocking pain and loss.
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Living in the sunless cold hutch of till death do us apart, sits a chipping soul.
Never had he thought she did be a blotch of many shades.
Spitting and pouring scorn on his dreams of a happy home.
“What? Are you even a man? Your mates are out there...”
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