I WILL LIVE TO WRITE by Jamiu Ahmed

I WILL LIVE TO WRITE

On a cold moonless night. I sat under my roof

Like a poet’s note waiting for the midnight words

I watched the stars fading into the gloomy clouds

The world became a secret; darkness as a proof

The earth whirled, my eyes rolled like wheels

Vision became too blur to see through myself

Thoughts pilled up like books in my mind’s shelf

Nothing left, but my fingers to write what I feels

I will live to write my words on the earth crust

Watch them grow into a garden of rose and fruit

For folks, friends, foes to feast together at night

Hold hands; with hearts whiter than dawn frost

I will live to write my words on heaven’s chest

For the birds to fly freely without clipped wings

Sing sonorous song with symphonious strings

As the trees dance and wave their arms in crest

I will live to write my words into a fervent rain

Let them flow like water into a healing river

To heal the bodies butchered by gory dagger

When throes become blood that flows in vein

I will live to write my words on every silver cords

To free children from mothers enslaving eyebrow

For different hues to embrace others like rainbow

I will write till a new world is birth from my words