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POEM: WOMEN

WOMEN I passed through the root of a woman Into this space to rule And to make my cravings subtle Still must need woman to be proud of ma league Women of beautiful eyes Women of substance Women, mothers of succour Women is everywhere, everywhere is women, everywhere till the end When I bear child with her she nurses it on her back Pacing all-night for the child, most Times till the cock crows Women is everywhere, everywhere is women, everywhere till the end Hot or cold, hard or soft, stronger and tender Hidden or open, right or wrong Women is everywhere, everywhere is women, everywhere till the end Just prefer your softness and subtlety By Habee Ayodeji (Awoko)

POEM: LEFT ME BY

Left Me By   I smiled in the sadness like mourn in times of joy Just do it with pure skill to make clear dark day Smile on lips with her kisses each, each of sighs, With evenings filled with shining eyes, love heart, But lost everything once built with love and dreams. For reasons, my own conviction links have been lost Over time, have unleashed real pain in one another, In who knows how many, no matter the reason, left me As an encounter with self between time for reflection, to let fly the past and live the present intensely. So much time has been left to look for blinding me Wanting to fly higher than wings reach without love Give everything unconditionally not more than life That flows under sky, is just overcoming her setbacks Finding own self, just beautiful experiences lived. To value essence, to prove surrender is not in days Left everything aside though a rainy day in my face Drawing a smile in heart, turning off the past, Ignit

POEM: LETTER TO MY HUSBAND

  LETTER TO MY HUSBAND It's time to talk Someone in the middle of two, Think that person makes me mourn Maybe one day in the night Takes you out of the house to look, Strange sounds give emotion a little tune voice Occasionally he sings a song of himself, that unites, divides us For a few centimetres more than "belly", Anyway, In nine months we no longer be two.     By Prem Jhawar