-Over My Grave.

                (to my sister, Fowsia)

Let there be no pretense to sadness, or
        mourning in vain
Over my grave--my long-lost home
     where at last I return
To, where all content lived before
     ambition drove us all insane,
For it's been this grave for I
     deeply  yearn;
For I'll care little to cherish, if I could,
       beyond this my very grave,
So much of loss and sorrow has been my
       lot, the pain undue,
And this world, to me,  has been too
      cold to care, with nothing ultimately
          to save;
From the wealthy trouble undue,
      the tender-hearted love untrue:
I've seen 'the wise' gather and rule
       perforce
For a tyrant-prince---a dishonest man
      unburdened with conscience,
Stubbornly pursue to **** his own wife,
       even after divorce,
Insisting it's of a high 'state need'--so
      atrocious;
No, I'm glad to be at home, dear sister to
       my  sweet nature--
Glad, glad to awaken at last, glad that an
      unkind world leaves me to my dream;
Done, done away with  fast-fading,
      foredoomed pretense to love and
          adventure;
Glad to awaken from childish
      nightmare,  again to be whom I used
          to be,a real Hakim.

                       -by Hakim H. Kassim.
                       (March 03, 2025/Jigjiga)

NOTE: starting with the 9th-line ("I've seen the wise) till the 12th-line ("Insisting it's of. . .atrocous") addresses the love and marriage which  Princess Diana  
(July 1, 1961--August 31, 1997) shared with  Charles, Prince of Wales then, all of which ultimately and directly led to the death, sudden and tragic, of Princess Diana.

(to my dear sister Fowsia Abdulkadir)

Let there be no pretense to sadness,
        or mourning in vain
Over my grave--my long-lost home
        where at last I return
To, where all content lived before
         ambition drove us all insane,
For it's been this grave for I deeply
          yearn;
For I'll care little to cherish, if I could,
          beyond this my very grave,
So much of loss and sorrow has been
         my lot, the pain undue,
And this world, to me,  has been too
          cold to care, with nothing
              ultimately to save;
From the wealthy trouble undue, the
           tender-hearted love untrue:
I've seen 'the wise' gather and rule
          perforce
For a tyrant-prince---a dishonest man
          unburdened with conscience,
Stubbornly pursue to **** his own wife,
          even after divorce,
Insisting it's of a high 'state need'--so
          atrocious;
No, I'm glad to be at home, dear sister
           to my sweet nature--
Glad, glad to awaken at last, glad that
           an unkind world leaves me to my
                  dream;
Done, done away with  fast-fading,
           foredoomed pretense to love
               and adventure;
Glad to awaken from childish nightmare,
       again to be whom I used to be,
           a real Hakim.

                        -by Hakim H. Kassim.
                         (March 03. 2025/Jigjiga)

NOTE: starting with the 9th-line ("I've seen the wise) till the 12th-line ("Insisting it's of. . .atrocous") addresses the love and marriage which  Princess Diana  
(July 1, 1961-August 31, 1997) shared with  Charles, Prince of Wales then, all of which ultimately and directly led to the death, sudden and tragic, of Princess Diana.

(for  Agere)

for your casual caresses, to soothe
the daily tread , and make smooth

this cold, cold world for poor soul of me;
for that ever-ready smile that drives me

on by the hour; that look in your eyes,
and for that knowing touch that sways
      away all my 'whys;'

for Time and Space which only draw us
          together
and for all the reasons that make us
          one  in the other:

I'm thankful to all Nature and Chance
to keep us in that moment that saw us
         together at once.

                    -by Hakim H. Kassim.
                       (May 19, 2025)

This is what happens when your own
         past--
Twisting and turning with you at some
         midnight hour-
  Becomes you, all over again at once,
          all too fast,
Overlapping you,  heart and soul,
          strenuous in power;
   Precious memories posted in
             unchartered  future;
Each note of thought  wearily clings, too
          often
  But a scene with  yourself,  demanding
             an answer,
Yet within past  content, drifting you to
              give-in, just to soften
  The unintelligable  trail, past wishes
        revived in ardor:
For, without the pain of the past, can
        there be future?

            
                                    -by
                          HAKIM H. KASSIM.
                           (d. March 25, 2024)

"Too many fall from
           great and good
       For you to doubt
           the likelihood."
                  -(fro) Robert
                   Frost's (poem)
          "Provide, Provide."



Too many have come
         and gone--
  Too many sought and
         thought--
For you to have lost or                    
        won;

  Too many climb up
        their dreams in
           light,
If only too fast they are
        washed ashore--
  Or left out to be
       'acquinted with the
           night,'
With no second chance,
           beaten to the core;
  And too many have put
           their heart with
               trust
In brute, brute another's
            heart,
  In the end with no love
            but driven to
               dust;
For too many fail to give
              another
  Try, too eager to treat
              with hate
The very lover with
        whom they felt
            together--
  Hence with no heart,
         and for nothing in
            hope to wait.

                       -by
            Hakim H. Kassim
             (d.Oct.12.2022)

Eyes I saw full of me,
  Blue, or brown, these
       now pass by me,
The lore of Love thus
       defined
Remains unspoken,
       though refined:
  'To where is he gone,'
       she in muttering
            tone asks;
We've left so much for
     the WASPS;
  Now, retreated for
     Allah's sake,
Where can I, for her,
     make the bake?
  Nor, for love, where to
     rest and reign--
To escape all of pain?
  Hello, God, hello saints,
Yes, we're your guests--
  Should we have to pay
      for our souls,
So exploited within
      these walls?

     -by Hakim H. Kassim.

Wild wishes, too high for worldly tries,
Celestial glows that do not fit into time
        and place,
  Lost love's tormented hopes and cries,
Come with fresh face at my dooryard.

   Wild wishes, desires that cannot be quenched
         in poor world's weak  arms,
Joys treading my footsteps  from Heaven
         above,
    All my loves long ago, my sweet heart-felt
         urges,
  Of all I ever seek, of all I ever wanted in heart,
Beckon to lead me to Higher Houses of
        content.

  Wild wishes, her face, her eyes, and the love I
        have for her,
Feelings I cannot put aside  no matter what,
  The deep-felt dream of uniting with her in
         truth,
She comes to me riding high on Wild Wishes
        for my  hand!

    -by Hakim H. Kassim.