Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
Musa Nov 2020
The day the sun hid its eyes,
The moon grew taller,
The stars were not sparkling,
The day the earth was without winds,
The hour when all creation sang as a unity,
Where preys were never frightened by their predators,

I saw the hands of the sun cuddling my father,
I saw trees waving good bye to a dead widow
I saw and heard poets reciting poems to a young girl who grew maturely before her birth right,

The day when the sun hid it's face,I saw naked jeans.
The day the winds smelled like pine,
Where fishs bounced on the jolt waves of the sea,
Where stones sang a beautiful hymn to a widow who brewed food from dusbins of rich neighbours,
I saw and heard babies praising God for being close to rich neighbours who deposits extra remains of their spoilt food for them to soften hunger pains.

That day where the soils smelled like rain,
That day when broken glasses generated thousands instrument
The day the wind smelled like ice cream
I went to heaven on a beautiful cloud
That day was the day I died.
Musa Nov 2020
Do you reminisce on those days?
Where I would drag my self between your stripes,
With warm hands and arms longer as love,
You would let me curly my self around them.

With only symphonies of my cry,
You would mouthful say," weep on my stripes,
For they are the colour of your tears",
Did you really love me that much?

You never judged me,neither question me,
You would always let me compose my raging terror within your warmth,
Enveloping me with wamrth, how did you do it?
Its like you knew all my troubles,but still chose to embrace me.

I would bury my self within you all day long,you never complained,
You carried me even if the other leg of your shape had been amputed by my size,still you carried me, I would threw my self onto you.
Why were you so kind to me?

Leave you unmade for hours, waking up from the call of insomnia,
I would heavy you with my worries, speak my anger out as I tap you from your tranquility,
My bed,my beautiful bed, did you ever get tired of me?

I still crave for those long nights of awakening,
That untiredness you had,
Its a pity when long friends depart
Do you promise me not to forget about me?

I had inscribed the mementos we had on the walls of my chest,
Buried the stories of  our years on this lips,for they shall retell your kindness and mercy on me,
What had I done to deserve your love? You loved me dearly and deeply.

As I burn you to your age, would you take some memories with you?
May this remains of your ashes remind me of your kindness,
May they remind me of how loyal you had been to me,
May this ashes of your flesh,be a permanent constant concrete reminder.
©MUMU DA POET®

— The End —