Impossible it is for one to touch the sky,
only if one's imagination can fly high
Impossible it is for a stallion to fly,
but pegasus we learnt have wings
Impossible it is for the ocean to dry,
only if the atmosphere be wipe out
Impossible it is for a flower to cry,
they do when dew falls on them
Impossible it is for all broken hearts to heal,
if properly nursed, broken hearts can mend
Impossible it is for all stories to come real,
some stories transform into reality though
Impossible it is for one to count all the stars,
astronomers say there are uncountable out there
Impossible it is for one to grab on to anything so far,
with patience one grabs as much as he/she waits
Impossible it is for a mountain to crumble down without a sound,
only if shown on TV that is mute
But all the impossibles now seem possible to me,
because you conditioned your mind
Only and only because you, my love, I have found.
for love makes one blind and blankets real life

©Nafisah Munir & Yusuf Adamu - 2001

When the eagle snatches
The hen can we believe
It's searching for food
We can believe its searching
For food, especially when
It has been utilised
And the fire set to
Burn the farm under
The pretence of removing some dust
The fire can serve
An unintended purpose
Or the pretended purpose
How wittious is the
Camel to pour the desert
In a cup?
The camel can be
Wittious and stupid
At the same time
The cave may look tiny
But can be a cemetery
To a flock of elephants
Never under estimate
Anyone or
Anybody
Is the barking of a
Dog vicious enough
To scare the cat?
The cat and dog are
Domestic animals always
At dagger heads with each other
Giving water to an athlete
Is like feeding a
Thirsty soul
No amount of water can
Quench the thirst of a
Determined soul
Why should a bicycle?
Attract attention in
The market of aeroplanes?
When it can compete
With the plane, may be
It's unique
Its not surprising if
One day the judge
Faces the gallows
Indeed the tables have
Been known to change
Anytime, anyday
One signifies unity
But eleven is dual even
On the ninth-God abhors partnership
One is one
But eleven is two
I am me and you are you
The rocket can reach
The moon, safe landing
Is exclusively for the just
The question of safe landing
Is one of the uncertainties?
Of life
Solid ice would melt
One day to be drunk
By the kids
Solid ice melts easily
As long as its separated
from the freezer
A hero in the night
A zero in the day
"O" is nothing but a hole
Sometimes we are heroes
Sometime we are zeroes
We can't have them both ways
The thief finds his way
On the roof, can't he passes through
The door if sincere enough
Only the strong willed thief
Can pass through
The door
Only the coward fights
His enemy on the screen
Why not fish him from the studio?
Cowardice is in all of us
Every one has his
Moments
Can the poem jail the pain
And make an impact
On the paper?
Yes, the poem can arrest
The pen and
Even sentence it
Poerrorism is the method
Employed when the poem
Looses weight
Poerrorism is a phenomenon
We tend to dabble with
Though dangerous and infectious
Soon the pen will celebrate
Victory and jubilate in the
Library of poems
The pen is always happy
As long as the ink flows
And makes contact

©Muhammad Jameel Yusha'u & Amina Sa'idu Abubakar - 2001