"harshen" poems
You lay in my room,
kind and gentle.
I run my fingers through
your softness
and I feel nostalgic.
By one single touch,
the memories of my childhood
are able to come.
After enduring brutal waves
and rough sand
that threaten to harshen
your complexion,
I am amazed at how you, stones,
after traveling across lakes
and rivers
remain small and humble,
full of hope.
You are wise and old.
You have seen things
that no others have.
And I am always brought back
to our summers in Michigan
where I search for you.
Stones, you care for my soul
just as much as I care
for your presence and existence.
But stones,
you don’t ask for much.
You are pleased with life.
You take whatever comes to you.
Whether it may be rocky shores,
or soft endearing hands.
And this, stones,
is what puzzles me the most.
You are always there
for me to admire,
never minding to be
dropped or fiddled with.
Always content.
And your love for me,
is unconditional.
Oh stones, why are you so selfless?
I have taken you
from your natural habitat,
the bedrock of Illinois,
the shores of Lake Michigan.
I have put you on display,
far from home.
How have you forgiven me
for doing such a thing?
Feb 24, 2012
Feb 24, 2012 at 12:11 PM UTC
_Ina son ki
Ina kaunar ki
...Tamkar ki
Ni banda kamar ki
Ni zan dauke ki
In dora ki a doki
Ke ce hasken haske
Hasken daya haska haske
A zuciya ba wata sai ke
Ga hannu na sai ki rike
A gari sai zancen mu ake
Wai bani da kowa sai ke
Ba wani wai zancen haka ne
Ba ni da kowa tabbas haka ne
Ke ce daya tilo na gane
Kannan ki a guri na kanne ne
Yayyen ki a guri na yayye ne
Kowan ki guri na kowa ne
🎼🎵🎶
Ina son ki
Ina son sunan ki
Inkiyar ki
Da asalin sunan ki
Murmushin ki
Wanda yake kuncin ki
Maganar ki
Ita ce furicin ki
A harshen ki
Har cikin zuciyar ki
Sun dace da siffar ki
Kyakkyawa...
Sunan ki, ga kawa
Ya kan birge kowa
Ke! Har yan adawa
In sun ji suna tafawa
Amintacciya...
Siffar ki, aminiya
Rayuwar ki sam babu hayaniya._
Oct 27, 2024
Oct 27, 2024 at 8:36 AM UTC