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Bashir Muhammad Poem
Our beloved circle
Thou travel a path of uncertainty
For an observer, thou seem straight
But nothing appears as it seems
For thou portrays a flawless path
Eschewing real travails
Yet enclosed within, is a vacuum
Contradicting thou great virtue
Bringing forth her deceit in diversity
But nature abhors vacuum
So, it struggle against your essence
Circumventing your existence
Yet, to no real substance
For the value of your presence
Is as inevitable as destiny
Circle, what a vain glory you are?
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Bashir Muhammad Poem
Like the prettiness of a seductive goddess
As intoxicating as a gorgeous wine
Beautiful and irresistible they are
Yet as destructive as a plague
They seduce you
Like the antics of a naked goddess
Deceive you like the taste of a sweet wine
Intoxicating you to the marrow of your existence
Slowly serenading you
Into the oblivion of your shadow
Habouring no space for sobriety
Till the sword of vile is drawn
From the sheath of innocence
Feeling like a champion
In a never-ending dream
Till your shadow becomes reality
Reality of self-destruction and helpless tragedy
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As scorching as the spring’s mid-day sun
Muddled with pain from the burn
Fiercely caressing to the bone
Obviously heating to hurt
In silence he mourns
For it hurts with sore
But diligence he brings to fore
Slowly begetting patience at dawn
And his reward ultimately borne
Yet out of fear
Hands dare not come near
As he feast there
Hoping to overcome his flare
But he is now as cold as snow
For he hold pretense in the low
Seeking for patience as it sows
And finally he bows
For the heart that beholds him
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Bashir Muhammad Poem
You gave me more than I ever needed
Craving to satisfy me against all odds
Accepting my flaws with optimism
Tolerating my extravagance with pains
Suffering in silence for my crimes
Seeking to shield me from the troubles of life
Sold her pride for my sustenance
But ignorance became my friend
Stealing into my mind with aplomb
Till naivety steels in my attire
My ambition filled with illusion
But there she is, suffering in negligence
For despite her obvious versatility
Her consent matters not
“Control is brevity”, I thought
Alas, consequences abound
Seeking to check my excesses
Its offense stronger than expected
Till I lost all I ever had
But behold, she is the Lord
And I thought, if only I treated her with care
Oh “Mother”! I took from you what I couldn’t give
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As obvious as the summer’s moon
Full of hope and expectations
Yet clouded with uncertainty
Sailing on the sea of dreams
Waiting on the banks of exploration
Teasing time with sore of agitation and pure innocence
Till patience outweighs arrogance
And the moon ushers in the twilight of hope
Behold, the fruit of the womb
Alas, the dawn of reality
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I was created fragile
Meant to remain mild
To usurp all that comes with time
Upon moments I rely
For that defines my life
And with lessons I thrive
But the passing time had me shaped
Concealing the real purpose I was created
Toughened and hardened till I baked
Craving with time to be saved
For the burden in silence sails to no avail
Until there seems to be no pace
And My frailty finally broken with age
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I had it but I lost it
When I saw it, I ignored it
When it called, I rejected
I became as big as the Iroko
Flaunting my strength with pride
Little did I know of my weakness?
Yet I stood tall in the forest
Longing to be challenged
Seeing myself as the best amongst my equal
Not wanting to think of my Ancestors
How did they exert their strength?
Why did they have to perish despite their strength?
What do I have, that they never had?
That never bordered me
But inside, I knew all was not right
For “Nothing last forever”
I have defeated my fear, I thought
Yet there was no insurance
Where that came from, I hardly knew
Slowly it crept in,
Initially as a guest,
Soon became a threat
Suddenly became my darkness
And my strength became my fear
Till death came staring at my door-step
What could I have missed?
What could be stronger than the fortress I had built?
With my roots firmly fixed in the earth
Yet, I am about to fall
Then it finally dawned
If only I cherished it
If only I answered its call
If only I submitted to it
But that I never did
I had it, but I lost it.
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