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Salmabanu Hatim May 2024
over ripe mangoes
fallen lying on the ground
my master's regrets.
6/5/2024
Salmabanu Hatim May 2024
Blessed with wealth,
Convert it to good deeds,
Only that you can take to afterlife.
3/5/2024
Salmabanu Hatim May 2024
water lily pads
splash splash again and again
cute frogs diving board
3/5/2024
Salmabanu Hatim May 2024
Tring Tring ding ding ping
my cycle is speeding through
get out of the way.
3/5/2024
Salmabanu Hatim May 2024
above seventy
how much more of it remains
count it as bonus.
2/5/2024.
Salmabanu Hatim Apr 2024
When I was a child,
We never had a fridge or a cooler,
Mother would pour tap water in a large clay *** with a tap,
The *** was covered with a plate and a steel glass was placed on it,
The water kept in the clay *** was cool and refreshing,
We all shared the same glass.
Mum would also cook on a sigri( clay coal stove) using clay pots,
Even chapattis were made on a clay pan,
Mind you the food cooked in clay utensils were far tastier,
Especially dishes made from coconut milk,
Like fish, chicken and rice.
Ahhh! Those were the days,
I can still feel the taste of mum's food cooked in clay pots.
30/4/2024
Salmabanu Hatim Apr 2024
Out from jail,
Saw three ladies in a veil,
Which one is mine,
I could not define.
Black is not my wife's colour,
Nor worn in our culture,
White is for a widow,
I know this so,
Perhaps the one in blue
Before I could say hello you,
She ran and hugged another one,
He was her son.
Then I saw a bit afar,
Wifey coming out of our car.
Though covered in a colourful embroidered veil,
I knew it was her without fail.
30/4/2024
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