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Life
Life is full of puzzles
That show themselves with a dazzle
And set you up bubble and shuffle
Other times you're down with measles
It's just like a perfect gamble
By God it's very uncertain
At times you smile and giggle
Other times you crease your facial muscles
From here to there you shuffle
For this, for that you struggle
Through this, through that you muzzle
You just have to adjust your saddle
To meet the challenges through which you fiddle
And all the tiring hurdles
They! Do not rest on your paddles
There's light at the end of the tunnel
©AISHATU ZAKARI - 2000
THE WORLD
In the reality
Of unreality
There, the rain falls
In there, the winds cries
Around there the birds sing a song
From a far
A child cries
Closely behind
So fragile woman wails
Just at the back
A giant man shouts
Very closely
Yet so far away
Thunder, thunderously
Thundered
Then silence descends
It beautifully
Enclosed the world
©AISHATU ZAKARI - 2000
CARTOGRAPHY
Cartography
I hate it
Cartography !!
It turns me off
If you can, avoid it
It is horribly difficult
Cartography
A difficult
Tedious practical course
Which is compulsory
But in geography !!!
©AISHATU ZAKARI - 2000
A LEGACY
With time I know
I would be gone
In few years to come
I would be history
When the time comes
I want my legacy
to be of good conduct
To put my poor thinking
all in writing
one day it might be
of benefit to someone
I yearn to leave a mark
But that of excellence
Not of criminal conduct
or even a rich personnel
I rather want to be remembered
As that someone
Ever in search
For the betterment of the people
To leave behind a book
full of encouragement
to the lonely soul
To plant a tree
that would give shade
to the tired walker
to dig up wells
in the water less areas of the nation
for my legacy to be enjoyed
By those people whose number
Is only use as a veto power
For my reward to be receive
In the other chapter of life
Not for the legacy
to be chanted in the media
I would hate for it
to be a tool
when someone seeks for notice
my legacy I want to leave
Before my last breath.
©AISHATU ZAKARI - 2001
PLEASE WRITE
Help me write my poem
Make them charged with meaning
Put them cleverly together
Allow me to show my buddies
let then see its goodness
don't hide your wonderful thoughts
Do not cover them
In the recess of your heart
Allow for them to be
enjoyed by others
open them to be criticized
by experts
set them free to the world
of the writing it truly belongs
©AISHATU ZAKARI - 2001
(To my Brother Engr. M.S. ZAKARI
who is afraid to write)
SELF DESTRUCTION
It is agonising
to see a lot of people suffering
it is anguishing to realise
majority are in poverty
quite disheartening
to see beggers on the street
very disappointing when elders
keeps fabricating lies
heartily discouraging
when graduate are roaming
all over the streets
what a terrible thing
that people of the same nation
and after each others destruction
it is wasting
when chances are misused
Destructive when corruption
419, Idleness, jealousy
Religions crisis, greediness
And economic deterioration
Is the order of the day
worse it is and pitiful
when the majority
Are destructive in their thinking.
©AISHATU ZAKARI - 2001
A WAIL
When I am old and weak at my knees
I become Grey headed
Have lumps under my eye
I can not enter a car
Without a sign
I can not sit for an hour
Without a yawn
life has becomes
a fairly tale to me
The marks of time
has line my face
I want the coming generation to know
Once upon a time
I was like them
Full of life
And curious about it
Ready with a smile
And grinning with mischieve
Damning the convention
Idealistic in my way
But now the hands of time
has turned me to this
let them not forget
their time is by the door
such is the life
mother nature planned
©AISHATU ZAKARI - 2001
Square Peqs
Meaningless and Purposeless Life
You are big zeros
Square pegs around a hole
A disappointment to the past generation
A failure to the present chaps
A totality of delimma to the future ones
Empty bags that carries nothing.
What have you done to show?
What have you done to educate your sons and daughters?
What have you done to better a common man?
What have you done to eradicate hunger and poverty?
What have you done to uplift the sleeping giant?
What have you done to liberate a whole nation?
You who were molded out of nothing.
Material riches, we see you at the fore front
Material rich you aim and seem to have
Political eminence you have at hand
At who every expense you care not
Political animal, politics you use to manipulate your
selfish aims with
Masses being your cheapest tool and religions most at bay
Professional agent provocateurs, yours is a tragic end.
Sooner or later, the cold hand of death will do it's worst
It will select you one by one and of you go.
To a city underground, a transit place
where there is no Government relief
out there is hard
Though your misdeeds will remain here with us.
Never mind, we will deal with them while
You deal with angels of death.
©AISHATU ZAKARI - 2001
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AISHATU ZAKARI:
AISHATU ZAKARI is a final year undergraduate student in the Department of
Geography, Bayero University, Kano, Nigeria. A promising young poet and a
member of ANA Kano executive has published many of her poems in national
dailies.
Contact: Department of Geography,
Bayero University, Kano, Nigeria.
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