Poetry

HER DEATH By Balqees Dawud Abdul Baaqiy

Written by Editor

On a Friday night
In the darkness of the night
I spotted her eyes
Wide opened, Shinning and bright
It was a kitten, a little baby cat
Cutely sitting on her hind limbs
Probably waiting for her mum
The wandering baby cat
Must have lost her track.

I fell in love
At the very first sight
Without seeing much of her.
Appearance is not everything
Once I love, I love!
I love all cats
Beautiful or not,
‘Cause cats are cats.

I named her Ameerah
Ameerah- my stranger-friend
My wandering stray friend.
And then at a time,
My friend looked hungry
I gave her fish but didn’t eat
She thought me, a stranger,
And enemy, so she fled.

On a very cloudy evening
I went to see my friend
To see if she survived
The merciless drops of rain
But found her lying still,
Lifeless, my friend, was dead.
I felt a sharp pain within me
My one-sided lover is gone!

And whenever I walk by
I check on my friend
And stare at the lifeless body
She reminds me of death
It’s what everyone shall taste
Nothing lasts till eternity
You, I and everyone,
Will disappear someday,
Just like Ameerah, my cat friends.

About the author

Editor

Bada Yusuf Amoo holds B.A in Literature in English from Obafemi Awolowo University, he 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.