Poetry

THE MONTH By Saka Sodiq waledtruth

Written by Editor

The windows of our bodies were ready,

Unblinking a la crabs’.

we had them gazing upon the sky, searching,

for the key that unlock the treasure.

Lo! the keyrescent was sighted,

the door of the month unimpedent,

to the pleasure of all believers.

Ohh dear glorious month

Rejuvenate my faith.

Accentuate my love of _ibadah_.

Mother of all months is pregnant,

A day equals almost a century in her womb.

Deeds are rewarded in manyfold,

And the gate of paradise widely opened,

Now that the devils are chained.

About the author

Editor

Bada Yusuf Amoo is the publisher of thespeakingheart.com. He started the website in 2015, he has published both his works and other budding writers and poets on the website. He is a public commentators and his articles are on different websites.

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