Poetry

YASEERAT By Hassan Idris

Written by Editor
[YASRA]

I sat death on the [sofa] To tell her I have suffered
[so far],
My heart drenched in the
lyrics of love [thus far].

I sat on her laps and
cried to her [sight],
So she could think and
[forecast],
Not until my soul looses
[focus] And my eyes blinded with no
[sight].

I sat her to tell of [Marya],
My soul was trapped in her
[Yama] And I died on the Island
of [Aryama].

I sat her close and make her
cried [Yasra],
Till her feelings was baptised
with [Seera],
And I left her surrendered her
soul in [Eerat].

 

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.