Have I ever. . .?
Have I ever told you this story before.
Would you ask me for ever more.
It begins with the crucial
while it ends ‘as unusual’
mind is asked for separation
pain is called a sensation
mind the superficial thing
while the heart doesn’t give in.
All we really need. . .
'is to protect the seed.'
Have I ever told you how beautiful she is.
Would you ever ask me about life and its bliss.
One light, one soul, separated like a shadow
praised by the colours, you call it shallow,
such a confusion.
Tears left behind that bleak landscape
on your face (sadness on tape)
dry and salty Wadis
landmarks left behind
on the dark skin, facing the past of (so) malis.
Have I ever told you about, Love.
“What do you know about it?” rhetoric, is the broken soul.
Shed and ‘unshed’ tears, would they ever fill
dry Webi Shabeelle, down the hill
peace is hardly found
if mind and heart ain’t sound
decided to convince me by that happy nature
that universal gesture
a smile and a prayer
living my life by the written page – layer by layer
. . . have I ever?
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