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Dr Ahmad Abubakar

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MY FRIEND (I)
MY FRIEND (II)
THE MOMENTOUS MOMENT
THE NOMADIC MAN
ARE THEY LOST?
AN OUTBREAK
THE COW
MONGREL
PRELACY

Nigeria

this is my story
i like to burst selfly
my stomach hurt
my head ache
my feet trembles
my mouth grumbles
but my master smirked joyfully

My freind (I)

In the Quest of life-
a person might be lost from thoughts,
Having forgotten the imperceptibles
freinds within writers along the way
It is hard for a soul to remember-
an apple lost in a sea
hidden itself shyly deep inside corals
exhuming it only by one person alone
may be a writer can dive for a trial
you alone.....obtained the audacity

My freind (II)

Water and Oil, both liquids
Sweet and Sour, both taste
Sugar and Honey, both sweet

Ships are many in the world
Titanic,Britanic and Hardship
But to me the Best is FREINDSHIP

Genius, talented and observable
patient, gentle and affectionate
the figure reveals worth qualities

THE MOMENTOUS MOMENT

In the middle of summer night
the breeze washing the inner mind
penetrating the inner soul of mine
Cause my heart is aching more

Permutation of the mind's maths
adding and trashing foolish fulls
summating all in twist of fate
Really the Brain works

THE NOMADIC MAN

I dreamt of a stream,
the water smelt sweet,
in its brink,the pasture cry,
as an hungry lion,
that has been caged.

I wave the goard,
off we go,
they walk in line,
as books arranged in shelves.
An exemplary walk,
to human in all diversties.

As the world sleeps,
I flutes the tune,
to keep me awake,
groggy we goes,
the sun lashes it's cane,
this place is not the one-
I dreamt in all my sleeps.

I pre-emptied the clouds,
that cover ny heads in the nights,
like closing a book for a reader,
that place looks uninhabitate,
we become more and more,
as the moon's hides and seeks.
This treasure you are blessed,
cause the nature looks at you.

ARE THEY LOST?

Juggernaut always I am.
In the wet and dry all to try.
Sacrifice,living-me and them.
Immaculate,their looks always,
though the bushy grasses scratches.
I longed for a pasture,
where we can dwell,
to graze,and see clearly,
the fountain flows,
but the greenish field changed,
this haughty scrappers covers it all,
let a shepherd come,
to exhume the treasury buried.

AN OUTBREAK

The salive drops in beads,
the muzzle swollen as balloon,
the eyes bulged like a pregnancy-
at the time when baby is to cry.
Depressed,lethargic and subfusc.
Epizootic,misfortune in astonishment.
Your presence makes me excruciate,
God forbids-your presence is unprayable.

THE COW

The blessed child,
that smiles and laughs,
you bring joy endless,
in the outcome of your life,
you alone worth a bank,
cause you keeps morethan it.
You the well that keeps water,
undried your udder blessed.

MONGREL
(Dedicated to crossed-breeds cattle)

It lost the chance,
to flow a single route,
but this chance make its luck.
Fast growing,milks as rain.
I dance the tune of flute,
ever blessed the fortune.

PRELACY

I remain as rock,
yet as a cake.
Pooh-pooh its looks,
as an owl's Questions.
Premonitioning prejudices to pessimisms.
Hawsered-they are caged.
Sirrah,is the sun shining?,
while the moon cries,
though unhidden as vault.
The river must flow.