TO HER I BELONG.

silence on lips,
in heart it all kills!

real love calms and
   grows--
like a well-nurtured
   rose,

ever-blooming
  through the years,
never stained by
  doubt and fears.

here she loves and
   cannot give her
      hand,
I'm in deep need for
   someoneto
      understand:

you're always on my
   mind!'
I've nothing left to
  lose behind---

all and only to gain
  you is before me:
God, would that it
  were left as it
     would be!
                -by
      Hakim H. Kassim.
       (d.Sept.23.2018)

The library girl

Sits alone, absorbed
    in ghostly in
      ghostly ancient
         Greeks--
In the deathless
   thoughts of what
      once was
Passionate Sappho
   or truthful
      Sophocles;

Trying  tirelessly to
    chaunt their
       language,
To revive their
    gleam out of dry
       pages,
For long hours
    devoting to get
       back, back to
          them,
As she finally falls
    asleep in her
       exhaustion;

A homage is paid to
    the old 'Glory' in
       nap meditation,
And as this heavenly
    beauty travels
       through history's
          clock,
Safe in library
   warmth from the
      discomfort of
         winter snow,


The desk-lamp
   twinkles: It's time
      to go!
                 by
     Hakim H. Kassim.

My love is as much
     as ocean,
  My vision as deep
     and true,
My intent in holy
     name of devotion;
  Mine for keeps cast
     on ocean's blue!
          
                    -by
          Hakim Kassim.
         -d. June 29, 2023
          /Jigjiga.

slightly expectant--
loosely hopeful,
investing in process.
slow.
hopes indefinite.
inversions--in heart.
reflection--in motion.
the  core--in a
     passing smile.
future is had.
raindrops.
evening walk.
lone self.
imaginings.
her exact look?
... heavenly eyes?
a world in balance.
thoughtfulness.
patience.
waiting, but why?
open hand,
a palm in need!
on my own, what?
love, and thought.
                -by
        HakimKassim.

(to  NAH_)

-REAL LOVE.

i see it all over and  with
   you,
all i ever needed
  and  want, love so true;

i see it in your eyes all
  aflame-
looking at you, inside I
  cannot  remain the
     same;

maybe minds,  Dearest,
  but hearts know not
    how to lie,
and so, Beloved,
  so  revered, I just
    wouldn't talk by

to My heart's  Beloved,
  not to  you,
i know language
  of  heart is true, sweet,
    holy and so true--

let's rejoice that
  we finally found one
       another;
for you and me, 
   Dearest, there's no
      other.
  
                     -by
              Hakim Kassim.
            (-d. July 19, 2023)

Jigjiga.

bygone pleasures.
outside,
looking in.
insistences.
cold January.
missing link.
battling shore.
windy evenings.
no point trying
    for it now.
summer is not close.
i nor love nor hate as
     such--
our love IS more than
     that:
i am used to Jigjiga!
           -by
Hakim Kassim.

You would not be,
You could not be,
Without drawing me
Into you 'mood,'
   on anything
        yours,
******* me around
     just for  the heck to
        see!

  And carry  me close--
     your 'loved' son
For whom you
     wanted to be the
         one
In charge and in your
     seat after you're
         gone;
And so I laid all else
     aside, faithful to
        your call,
So heard your word
     alone, and only at
        your nod had it
           done!

Then you were
     nightly fed evil
      misunderstanding,
As loving hearts too
     often are prone to
         slipping
On malicious dice cast
     by envious others,
        like 'echoes
           travelling
From the center like
     horses' wildly let
           loose--
Ah, and the brother
     who so wept to you
          over my
             sorrowing!

  I was mistaken---
As one of them days I
    had to awaken
Just to learn that you
    were taken
In death, and left a
     denial of my little
        rightful due:
'A will' contradicting
     the Qur'an, with
       father's love
          proven false and
             forsaken!

How night and day I
      stood by you and
          more, a willing
              sacrifise
At your fingertips, no
      question devoted
          without lies,
Deferential, tireless--
      surest among your
         ties,
I lived entire years
     suffering, accepting
Blame for anything
     that came to your
         mind without
           asking 'whys .'

They who put false
     love in token arms
Around your deluded
    dying head with
       seeming charms,
And falsely called
    whatever words
       you uttered
         'perfect
            and wise'--
Who led you to
     deviate from Allah's Holy Word
And thus corrupt your
     love as father, and
        so die in
          foresaken
             esteem--

Came around your
    coffin the day you
       died, perchance
To lift their heads up
    boldly, and with
       your 'will' in hand
          trace
Every bit of every
     thing that ever
        belonged to you--
           at once
A final heartbreak
     showing that
       together we didn't
          belong in spirit,
And that love, like me,
     was a mere
        pastime to you
          albeit parental
             disguise!
                                    
   (December 18, 2021)