Matakin nasara hakuri.
matakin mutuwa kakari.
Matakin tauna hakori.
abin yin faskare ne gatari.
Kowa yana gudun hatsari.
Uwa da yaya sai bari bari.
Mara wanka kullum sai kari.
A cinye gona sai fari.
Yabanya Allah ya fishheki fari.

How are you doing?

I hope you are coping.

I am standing before you and saying.
Something not mazelike but aching.
In our stomachs, there is pain.
Because we awaken many days without eating.
And our babies eyes opened and they were crying.
Since those days, with no breast feeding.
So, their mother's belly has been emptying.
Without food, no breast will grow.
So that I am not a beggar who is begging.
I am just a writer who is writing.
To tell the world that green is wanted.
To see its life scenting and brightening.
As the sun is shining and big dancing.

Hello Dearest,

I am indeed in need.
To perform a good deed.
To give my family a feed.
I am not a farmer with seed.
I don’t have a hand that’s freed.
Even a land covered with ****.
This life tastes like bitterweed.
Some days we feel like eating a winter feed.
With a material burning like in  gleed.
And that has been difficult for greed.
So we want our lives to be so glaceed.
If we fasten our stomach so speed.
So we beheld, and our hands kneed.
Touching your feet with a feeling of creed.
To upkeep those who are dreed.