... and the boy died.

“Buy your pure water!”

He shouts.

Going up, then down the road.

“Hey! Give me one”

She called.

He runs to her,

“Thank you ma” he says.

“You get change?

I want two water”,

Another calls,

But from across.

He’s eager,

He looks right,

Then left, and right again

While he focuses ahead.

He dashed,

But not to sell,

To his untimely death.

The car never stopped.

Screams and shouts,

Sighs and grunts,

Heralded his passing

From here to beyond.

The ground trembled beneath his father

While the sky crumbled above his mother,

With a sibling loudly silent,

Their world shattered.

Mother wailed noisily

But father, he was deep in thought,

Of a priceless loss,

Not exactly of a child

But of a cause.

His mates were just returning from school

While he returns to his creator.

I weep for humanity,

He was barely ten you see,

And the boy died.

©NobleHeart (Mar’yam Thawbaan)

Poem inspired by a true life story, happened just the other day, around noon at Oyingbo express road, Lagos state Nigeria. May his soul rest in peace.


Photocredit: www.creepybasement.com

NIGHTFALL

The night has come.  

Welcome oh welcome! 

My beauteous darkness

Coated in monstrous charcoal. 

You with the single brightest eye, 

Round and rich with radiance. 

Twinkling stars, 

Rumbling clouds, 

Fading skys

And whistling wind, 

Your staunch companions. 

Your appearance 

Heralding the sweet thought of the mini death

And the scary one of the night crawlers, 

Who cause nothing

But sweet scary nightmares. 

But, 

You’re most welcome 

Nevertheless

As nothing compares to you

Or the rest within you. 

©NobleHeart (Mar’yam Thawbaan) 

Photocredit: http://www.kser.org/program/nightfall

FOR THE LOVE OF PALMS

Mystery unraveled

With arms spread aglee 

In glorious height it stands

Tell me, why should I not be awed

By its curvy straightness

With branches spread in happiness

Flanking a beauty 

or lining the shore

... 

Photo credit: NobleHeart (Mar'yam Thawbaan) 

I REMEMBER

I remember vividly,

Those days
Of beautiful hurt
And painful pleasure,
Those moments
Of lustful hatred
And careless love.

I remember quitely,

when I was but a soul
In need
In want
And in love.
I remember life as it was
And love as it never was.

I remember sweetly,

The words
That soothes
And the deeds
That hurts.
I remember the neglect
The pride
The looks
And the yearns.

I remember knowingly,

The tears,
Of joy and sadness
And the smiles,
Of hurt and happiness.
I remember the fun,
The sweet cries
And sour  laughter.

I remember gently,
The comings,
And the goings.
The staying,
And the leaving.

I remember fondly,
Letting go.
And I remember finding myself.

I remember then
Now, and I will forever.

©NobleHeart (Mar'yam Thawbaan)

PALMS

There's always something
That strongly appeals to me
In a palm tree
The fronds,
The leaves,
The stem,
Or simply the way it sways

SWEET NONSENSE

I feel the beats
Beneath the bones
Wildly and fast
Of fear and pride
Arrogance and deceit
Pretense and lies
As he prepares
His sweet nonsense

I hear the call
Lips moving
Eyes smiling
Teeth gnashing
Nose twitching
Hands clasping

A DIAMOND THAT GROWS

This diamond that grows so

Fast and bright with eyes aglow
Of man indeed a great treasure
To be looked upon with true pleasure

Alas! this Diamond grows unlike any
Nay, I can exchange it not for a million penny

With a smile so radiant it leaves the sun jealous,
The moon envious and stars but hideous

With a selfish desire my weak soul