Wind bending grass
Your love adopts my heart
Like a good matron
An orphan

I dance with all fervour
To your gentle whispering
Of breeze passiy through
The pines of my heart
I march like a crusader
For my stake of Jerusalem

Princess, I am the knight
You anointed with your breath
Of life - the power of your North Pole eyes

I am the sword sworn to your honour
And the service of your love
Now, naked and unsheathed, plunge
Me into your fire

Put me atop your anvil
Let your palms be the hammer
Moulding me to your desired gem

Hold me to your heart
Hot and molten
Wrought me into whatever diadem
Would fit your head
What pendant for your *****

I will never scorch your potter's hands
I will never singe your smith's fingers
I will acquiesce to every whim of your love

Naked and hot therefore
In your hands I will be a refreshing fountain
My water, cool as cucumber
Ready to wash your feet of gazelle
Ready to sate the Sahara of your soul

Be you black
Be you white
We are all one

Be you pink
Be you brown
We are all one

Man is man
No matter his colour
No matter his tongue

What magic could have induced the sky
To look so blue?
What magic could have induced the forest
To look so green?
What magic could have induced the sun
To look so fiery?
What magic could have induced the moon
To look so meek?
What magic could have induced the sea
To look so opulent?
What magic could have induced my heart
To love you so?

I shift the papers
I shuffle the bundles
Online and offline
Looking for you
Through cyber nooks and crannies
Where you hide your many faces
In different moods
Scented smiles
Winsome eyes
Jubilant cheeks
Ivory strong teeth
Whiter than egret's wings
Coying dimples
Two curve amber rainbows
Black river of hair
Flowing forever
From Cairo to Congo
Half of the continent enriched
Send more of you
In papers and screens
The thousands here
Are appetizers alone!
The hunger could only be assuaged
Holding you face to face
Breath to breath
Kiss to kiss
And life to life


(C) Kamarudeen Mustapha

Be you black
Be you white
We are all one

Be you pink
Be you  brown
We are all one

Man is man
No matter his colour
No matter his tongue

(C) Kamarudeen Mustapha

The hollow in me

Yearns for a fill

Like a pipe for a piper

Stick your wonderful lips

And fire my flute

I will then sing the destiny

Of conquerors in me


These arms of mine

Yearn for wings

Like an eagle scaling the heavens

Lend your flight

And the wind

I will reach the Orion



Every poem

Needs a rhythm

To charm

And metaphors

To mint the crowns

For a poet's many dreams



Every man

Needs the strength of your eyes

To conquer the darkness of his prison

And attain

The digits of freedom

On your fingertips