You are the mustard seed
That crops the land of my life
You are the breeze
That soothes every wound of my history
Oh yes, you are the echo
That jungles the chambers of my conscience
I insist …you are the mahogany
That has built the cathedral of truth out of my lies
I swear, you are the beacon
That shines on the past to illuminate the path of my present
You are that big elephant
That tramples the forest of injustice against me
Your love is the roar of a lion
Which keeps my enemies at bay
I confess, you are the wine that flows in the veins of my humanity
Your names are alphabets I can never forget
I know the sun never sleeps
And so shall you forever stand awake and erect in my heart
You are my friend, my confident, my love
You are the pigeon who returns home to sleep
No matter how late in the night
Come back home to me
For like a woman in labour
I face many conditions thinking about your absence and return
Pain
Fear
Anxiety
Uncertainty
Expectation
My blood is hot and high with pressure.
Hamza Zakariyya,
A creative poet can be reached via E-mail
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