Poet-Today ~ Awaal Gata ~ The Arts-Muse Fair

Pic: Aminu S Muhammad

Home Blues 

The storms that captured our homeland announced no preface 

From every cloud

Only torn narratives we gain  

Now

There are no gravities for postscripts

Stranger 

Stranger,

The Past should not be a portal 

She is a pariah

Take my sins to the cemetery

There they should abide 

Pose them to the world 

And unleash every Blue

That lived

That is living 

That will be living 

State of the Heart

I am a cloud 

Death is my fruit 

The grin I grin hides the earth of the grief

And only in the heart you can see the grief 

You can't voyeur at the heart

Don't zoom my earth to your heart 

I know my earth is walking through shards

I know there are dungeon hiding the heights of its gaits

It is the nakedness of time at the earth square 

Time lives no storm alive

They say the night loves my tears

They say tomorrow is in throes

They say the faith in the fate has dimmed

They say the stars are now bland 

I am still the son 

Enroute the night 

I am 

Morning

Noon 

Night 

I cherish 

Night

Noon

Dawn

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Awaal Gata is a cross-border reporter. He also loves literary journalism. He writes poems when he is not reporting.