Refresh your mind. The 57th Edition of Primelore Writer’s Heaven

Hello all! This is the 57th Edition of Primelore Writer’s Heaven. Read and Enjoy. Here we published more new poems for you.
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01.
Poem: “Sweet & Sad October”
Poet: Afroz Jesmine.
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 28 October, Tuesday, 2025.

HI! October the month of October;
You are my love, smile and sorrow.
Oh! the month of October,
You are my colourful world.
I started my “Primelore Writer’s Heaven” the 1st October.
I conquered the hearts of more famous poets.
It’s my wonderful literature journey of October.

HI October the month of October;
You are my love, smile and sorrow.
Oh! the month of October,
You are my colourful sky.
I got married on the 5th of October.
I took his hands and started a colourful life journey.

My Younger brother Sohel got married on 8th October
My elder sister Nasreen-apu was born on 9th October
My niece Mohona was born on 12th October.
My niece Angona was born on 17th October.
My younger sister Shaheen got married 19th October.
My niece Nitol was born on 25th October;
My elder sister Zereen-apu was born on 26th October.

Dear October, You are my sorrow!
Oh, the month of October you erased Light from my life.
I have lost my idol, “MY FATHER”, on the 28th of October.
Today is that day, 28th October; I have lost my dearest one.
I have lost MY FATHER.
May Allah grant him Jannath.
“Rabbir Hamhuma Kama Rabbaiyanee Sagira.”
©® Afroz Jesmine.

02.
Poem: “SAIGON IN AUTUMN”
Poet: Vo Thi Nhu Mai.
From: Australia.
Primelore Published Date: 28 October, Tuesday, 2025.

Perhaps you have forgotten Saigon,
a city without the distinct mark of autumn but full of life in every way.
Even the streets seem to soften under the moonlight.
I once thought I didn’t belong here,
lost in the middle rush of crossroads and endless streams of motorbikes. But then,
one morning, the fragrance of ngau flowers bloomed,
and an old woman’s warm smile carrying her basket of sticky rice filled the air with tenderness.
How could Saigon ever claim to have autumn?
There are no golden leaves fluttering, no crisp, cool breeze.
Yet under the shade of green tamarind trees,
we fumbled shyly, sharing a kiss that made Saigon suddenly ours.
Walking past Dong Khoi,
I looked up at the square of sky above and found myself
whispering MOTHER as if the whole round sky of my homeland had opened.
If I have fallen in love with Saigon, please don’t call it foolishness.
It’s just that when tamarind leaves fall, they land softly on my heart,
right where the memory of you still filling the air around here.
©® Vo Thi Nhu Mai.

03.
Poem: ” THE HEART I DREW”
Poet: MUSTAFA NACİ ÖZER.
From: TÜRKİYE
Primelore Published Date: 28 October, Tuesday, 2025.

First, I drew a heart, Then once more, and once again.
I placed stars upon its edges,
And lit up the night, bright and clear.
The sky was beside me, it seemed,
Or perhaps I was among the stars…

Hearts were intertwined,
The stars had blended together,
The paths gleamed with light,
As we went from heart to heart.

We never saw the darkness,
Not even a single shadow
Dimmed our love.

Each heart I drew,
Each star that shone,
And all the loves united —
They gave life to the two of us…
©® Mustafa Naci Özer

04.
Poem: “Peace “
Poet: EVA Petropoulou Lianou 🇬🇷
From: Greece.
Primelore Published Date: 28 October, Tuesday, 2025.

Friends
Peace
Become just words
This darkness have put a screen between

You sent like
And you don’t say
I love you

Your words are lost because Artificial intelligence taken away
But what about the soul?

Nobody can explain what soul is
Only God the creator
Knows

Only the human hearts can feel
Don’t let your words to be stolen
Peace
Friends
Are our pillar of ethics
that makes us stronger everyday
©® EVA Petropoulou Lianou.

05.
Poem: ” Sound of Tears:”
Poet:Til Kumari Sharma.
From: West Nepal
Primelore Published Date: 28 October, Tuesday, 2025.

Have you heard my sound of tears?
The injustice by the suspect of wrong people around me.
Have you felt so?
I am born for endurance.
I am the rainbow of earth to walk upon opposite people.
I am fire to lead the next world.
I am the tears holder each time.
I am not rich in money.
I am rich in character.
But the villains see me as rich to my tearful wound of selling books.
So, fire them and tell them to do as me to bring income.
Government takes granted by its supporters.
But I am in isolation to think over and write.
How to be rich ?
Each time the tears are begging justice but corrupted government does not listen.
So, I want isolation.
I want no happiness.
©® Til Kumari Sharma

06.
Poem: “Corruption”
Poet: Elpiola Lluka.
From: Albania 🇦🇱
Primelore Published Date: 28 October, Tuesday, 2025.

C- Cover yourself into distress,
O- Over the feelings that lay on you heartless…
R- River of thoughts blowing up the mind,
R- resolve by missery which makes you blind…
U- Under the bridge of materialism stays your soul,
P- potencial of egoism never reaches the goal!
T- Together force to reach our will,
I- into darkness of nightmares we go still…
O- On bare foot our hearts are walking,
N- none will survive from the malice in future is knocking…
©® Elpiola Lluka

07.
Poem: “I BOW BEFORE YOU”
Poet: Kujtim Hajdari.
From: Albania.
You open the flowers of my spirit with spring,
That radiates full of light in your eyes,
The nights of sorrow that have ruined my life,
With fireflies of hope, you illuminate me tonight.

You arrived like a bud that blooms after the rain,
You pulled me out of sadness and offered me a leaf,
Like a sunbeam that brightened my soul,
The troubled sky of years is clearing, the clouds are lifting.

So I reach out my hands to you and kiss your heart,
To cover you with songs and praise,
To bow to you who ignited my dream,
To you, who filled me with sweet love.

Before the love, Napoleon and Hitler were defeated,
Before her, kings and Caesars bowed,
For her, so many were killed and so many were cut down,
And what could I do, half-crazed and so much loved!?

The stars shine and dance in the dark,
and I lose myself in your eyes— a sweet trick.
We are alive, with heartbeats that make time vibrate.
In this eternal love, I find my escape.

I bow before you, until the end, my love,
For you, from whom everything is born and walks.
©® Kujtim Hajdari

08.
Poem: “A LIFE WE SAID WE WOULD LOVE!”
Poet: Lulzim Hajdari
From: Albania.
Primelore Published Date: 28 October, Tuesday, 2025.

We said in one life that we would love
And no one would separate us,
But life often proves unfair
How could it stop this love?

The waves of the storm took their toll
And we both raced after wealth,
In opposite directions, we rushed eagerly
And forgot the most important thing, love.

As I recall the great loves through time
And the strength to be together until denial,
I return to myself, angry,
A piece of failure in love and unlucky.

Perhaps fate did not have much to do
From our inability, we have taken this price,
For without water, without bread, and without a home,
They lived, but haven’t pushed their love from the heart!
©® Lulzim Hajdari.

09.
Poem: “THE ENCHANTING MOON”
Poet: Parvinder Nagi.
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 28 October, Tuesday, 2025.

In the soft stillness of night
Waiting to look upon the magical moonbeams on the tides
The dazzling beauty
beyond the expressions of words

You are the celestial beauty with
a magnificent power
The intense creation
Surrounded by innumerable stars

Spreading magical rays
Symbolising love in many forms
Inspiring the lovers
Ruling over their emotions

A mystery full of aspirations
Eroding the darkness
across the skies
Elevating the night zone

Enlightening the universe
A compassionate wooer
Enchanting companion
Loyal forever

Painting the world silver
Ruling over the night
Weak and wan sometimes
You tickle millions of hearts

A lover’s paradise
Radiance so divine
A fantasy in the galaxy
Drifting beyond the skies

Harmonising the desires
A celestial symphony
Walking down the aisle of moonbeams
With hundreds of secrets

Inconvincible mystery
Yet bonding together
Unknown relationships
Forever and ever.
©® Parvinder Nagi.

10.
Poem: “My Life Long LOVER (Romantic poem)”
Poet: Fadwa Attia.
From: Egypt
Primelore Published Date: 28 October, Tuesday, 2025.

I have waited for you so much, my beloved,
and I have hope that your love will be like
the sea whose waves do not calm down.
Your love has become the focus of my life.
Do you feel me or not?
Your distance has increased a lot,
and my days have become lost to me and
I have become no longer the one who loved you.
Come back, beloved of my life, to my warm heart with your love.

Come back. You will find me waiting for you, wandering in love during your days,
and getting lost with you in the moments of my life, my lifelong lover.
©® Fadwa Attia.

11.
Poem: “At the theatre of nature “
Poet: Auaduma A Adookorn.
From: Nigeria.
Primelore Published Date: 28 October, Tuesday, 2025.

from an immeasurable
distance
the wailing azure sky
condescend

embrace
slumberous maiden
sea
in spellbound
ritual of continual kiss

love has not been so picturesque,
so animating
with
awesome
swank of colours

the expanse bleed pearls
of silvern
humidity, array the sky
in damp fabric

from an overlap canopy
clouds
of overlayed sapphire
spread snow-blind curtain

in melancholic
fit
over the snoozing sea,
affiance sea to the wooing sky

herald the nascence
of harmattan
reign
celebrated at the arena of frost

beneath the pale smile
of nostalgia
moon waddling hesitant
to her alcove

dawn sail the threshold
of horizon
wake the slumbery
sun from its settee

to celebrate the marriage of sky
to the sea
for the glacial reign
of harmattan

nature do not spare any
that pass
by her theatre,
an invitation, least a Bard

i stoop on the sloppy heel
of nature
profile the nonplussed
art of creation!
©® Auaduma A Adookorn

12.
Poem: “IF YOU WILL BE MY HYMN !”
Poet: Dr Prasana Kumar Dalai
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 28 October, Tuesday, 2025.

I’m that morning sun with no sky
My tears hold your memories
I ‘ve become a wanderer in your love
In my prayers I ask only for you
I read you as if you are hymns
O’ my paradise , never stay away
I’m trapped in the prison of your heart
As a colourful bird in the cage
The lava of loneliness burns in me
Every moment I’m getting burnt
Being the shade of fireballs, we ‘re
A pair of fetters connected together.
©® Dr.Prasana Kumar Dalai.

13.
Poem: “Letters of the Clouds”
Poet: Mustafa Abdumalek Al-Sumaidi
From: Yemen
Primelore Published Date: 28 October, Tuesday, 2025.

All the tears I shed yesterday
I have entrusted to the clouds today,
Hoping some gentle wind
Might carry them to your sky
On a day not far away

But before they pour down on you
What my eyes have bled–a bitter, briny sea
My heart gently whispers to you:
Fear not these shadowed waves,
Even if the water overflow

Just open the gates of your heart
To letters gathered through time,
From a sea serene and endless,
Telling of the boundless love
In the deep recesses of my heart,
Still aflame with you
To the very brink of a flood.
And know with certainty,
This shall not be the end
I will let the wind carry the tale
Of all that remained unspoken
In letters of absence.
©️®️ Mustafa Abdumalek Al-Sumaidi.

14.
Poem: “No One”
Poet: Shahin islam khan
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 28 October, Tuesday, 2025.

Mom,Mom
I’m very Hungary
“Wait a bit,food is coming
Mom,Mom
I’m very,very,very Hungary
War is aging start
“Wait a bit,food is coming
Mom,Mom
you’re so sik!
you have no mouth,
you have no hand,
you have no legs,
your eyes is blind,
Who will come
Who will come hear?
you saw it’s,
did you feel it’s?
Mom is thunder!
Mom are never ever sound again.
all the world are busy for war
when they will come
you never ever……
Oh mom my body is burned
Mom are not hear…..
I’m burning…..
Food is coming
I’m innocent
My Mom is innocent
I saw my whole body is going to burning
Food is coming
Help is coming
Human Wright’s are growing to simpathy
No one is there..
©️®️ Shahin islam khan

15.
Poem: “October arrives”
Poet: Saeeda Akhtar
From: Pakistan
Primelore Published Date: 28 October, Tuesday, 2025.

In the scilence of October
quietly,
like an old dream
knocking gently at the door of time.

The trees draw into their shadows,
leaves recognize the hue of their destiny,
and the wind speaks
in the tired accent of fading days.

The light has softened now
as though the sun has veiled itself
in the dust of departing warmth.
The days are not shorter,
only the edges of feeling
have grown longer.

Time no longer speaks;
it simply listens,
like ripples bending over water
moments that break
before they can confess their meaning.

In October, even love changes color
not as warm as before,
but truer, deeper,
like a silent prayer
hidden beneath the breath of dusk.

The earth inhales,
the sky begins to think,
and the human heart
like an empty tree
learns the grace of stillness.

October does not pass
it lingers in the quiet corner of the soul,
where memories, wrapped in violet mist,
are still searching for the light.
©️®️ Saeeda Akhtar

16.
Poem: Do Not Say, “I Am Disabled”
Poet: Osama Okasha
From: Egypt
Primelore Published Date: 28 October, Tuesday, 2025.

Do not say, “I am disabled,” for disability is not the weakness of the body,
but the frailty of resolve.
It is not a shackle upon the limbs,
but a chain upon thought and will.
The body is but a vessel of clay, guided by a spirit of light;
when the spirit is strong, the vessel stands firm,
but when the spirit falters, the limbs fail — even if they appear whole.

Arm yourself with determination,
for it is the pillar of the soul when the visible frame crumbles;
it is the wing by which man rises above the confines of his reality into the open sky of possibility.
Do not yield to what others say of you, nor listen to the pale tune of pity —
for the sun does not ask the clouds’ permission to shine,
nor does the river beg the mountain to move so it may flow.
Likewise, the believer in God walks his path though the barriers grow tall before him.

Beware of despair — that ailment of souls which freezes one’s powers as frost stills running water.
Despair is a cunning foe, often cloaked in reason, whispering, “You cannot.”
Answer it with the confidence of one who knows his Lord:
“I can, so long as God is with me.”

Be an inspiration — not by your words, but by your being.
For people drink less from speech than they do from example.
Show them that willpower forges miracles,
that perseverance makes the impossible possible,
and that whoever conquers his weakness, commands his strength.
How many sound bodies are hollow within,
and how many weary bodies are filled with life!

Look to the great examples among those with disabilities —
those who turned their trial into triumph, their limitation into vision,
their silence into eloquence of action.
How noble are they who shattered the chains of weakness upon the anvil of will,
and how majestic are they who taught us that worth lies not in the senses we possess,
but in the wisdom, knowledge, and insight we wield.

Your value lies in your mind, your thought, your learning —
not in your bone and flesh. The mind is the sovereign; the body, its army.
When the sovereign is just, the realm stands firm; when thought goes astray,
the limbs wander lost in the desert of purpose.

So rise — and call yourself nothing less than what you truly are:
strong, striving, patient, and inspiring.
For true disability is not the stillness of the limbs,
but the death of the will in one yet alive.
©️®️ Osama Okasha

17.
Poem: “WE ARE NATIONS”
Poet: Shaip Zeqir Zeqir
From: Albenia
Primelore Published Date: 28 October, Tuesday, 2025.

Looking so long for equality,
To stop wars and conflcts
And achieving humanity,
Not to demage people for benifits!
The justice must be for each nation,
It will be the best solution:
Eachone can live free on their own country
And work with security,
Only that way brings prosperity
And can be for everyone right,
To protect individual and human’ s right!
©️®️ Shaip Zeqir Zeqir

18.
Poem: “Wait for me”
Poet: Ansu Bhatt
From:Nepal
Primelore Published Date: 28 October, Tuesday, 2025.

I am in pain,
Until healing wait for me ,
In my down time,
Hold my hand for me. -2

I am exhausted in life exam,
I want to hold my breath and take rest,
Please, if you can wait for me. -2

I will be healed,
Smile with sparkling,
I will plan for jubilant life,

But now,
If you care, wait for me,
I am in pain,
If you love,
Until healing wait for me.
Literature Lover
Literature Lover
©️®️ Ansu Bhatt

19.
Poem: “For An Innocent Rose”
Poet: Sayeeda Aziz Chowdhury
From: Bangladesh
Primelore Published Date: 28 October, Tuesday, 2025.

For an innocent rose
Flashback to the world war—
Look at Hiroshima, Nagasaki,
The Hichiyama swells,
Deadly thermite of the atom.
After distraction nothing like before–
In an excellent structure in a new form
Endless lights throughout the city towers.
For an innocent rose,
Extensive altercation of all the senses.
Look at Bangladesh, the auriferous root
Deadly hush ‘Operation Searchlight’-‘Seventy-one’.
Frightful noise of boots at the door,
Blood circulation of the blocked heart
Upbeat countdown-three two one.
No sunshine since two hundred seventy days.
At last the sunrise of victory
Faced to the light of Ulysses.
If love spreads as lava of Vesuvius
From the womb of hilly fountains
Rhythm of dreamy drops
Gobi to ‘Al Burj Tower’.
Kissed stripling in wet lips
Will wet the thorax with rain mist
Cultivating love in every inch
Of land in the heart.
The light shining on the dove’s
Fluttering feather,
Finally,The Innocent Rose’ smiles unparalleled.
(Translated by Shikdar Progga Laboni)
©️®️ Sayeeda Aziz Chowdhury

20.
Poem: “Confession”
Poet: Dr Mallika Tripathi
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 28 October, Tuesday, 2025.

Let me confess beneath the moon of Athena,
I am not what your mortal heart conceived.
Not your muse, nor the whispering Goddess of love —
For to me, Eros is but a fleeting myth,
A tale sung by sirens to lull the dreaming soul.

I was forged beneath the anvil of Hephaestus,
Tempered by the fire that births both war and will.
My spirit bears the aegis, gleaming with Gorgon’s gaze,
A shield between chaos and the innocent breath.

Believe me — I am what I am,
An incarnation of Arete,
Strength in form, purpose in motion,
The storm’s calm center, the unyielding flame.

I rise not to be adored,
But to stand eternal,
As the guardian of my people —
Unbowed,
Unbroken,
Divine.
©️®️ Dr. Mallika Tripathi
Bio:
Dr. Mallika Tripathi is Professor and Head, Department of Applied Science & Humanities at Feroze Gandhi Institute of Engineering & Technology, Raebareli. A celebrated poet and author of Whispers of the Soul, she is the Founder & President of Anjani Welfare Society. Recipient of the Best Language Teacher of the Year and the Emily Dickinson Award, Dr. Tripathi’s works beautifully blend intellect, emotion, and spirituality.

21.
Poem: “Unseen Bless Of Universe “
Poet: Dr. Dipika Bhatt
From: Uttarakhand, India 🇮🇳
Primelore Published Date: 28 October, Tuesday, 2025.

Hope is the basis of life
Because life is the ocean of strife
Hope can change your way
As it has a strength of thoughts and faith’s shining ray
Positive individuals and their selfless love are it’s true companions
Which can defeat any evil, conspirators and maintain worldly union
Hope can never end your faith
On supernatural and His uncontrolled wrath
Be positive always in every circumstances
That can only uplift your soul from many worldly conflict and masked appearance
Go and work continuously
That increases your confidence and valour marvellously
Let’s make humanity an unbeatable icon
And be blessed by one and all citizen
©️®️ Dr. Dipika Bhatt

22.
Poem: “Poetry Unites Peace Seekers “
Poet: Dr Ratan Bhattacharjee
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 28 October, Tuesday, 2025.

Poetry, the thread that binds many a soul,
Across the borders, when time takes the heaviest toll.
In whispered verse or the loudest thundered cry,
It lifts the heart, it offers an ablution of the azure sky.

From mountain chants to the foamy ocean hymns,
It heals the ghastly wounds to redeem our limbs.
No dazzling sword it wields, no shield it really bears,
Yet Poetry conquers hate by inspiring in every soul an urge for love and prayers.

Peace is a dove in ink, and a blazing flame in rhyme,
It bridges sorrow-laden hearts through space and time.
In every tongue, in every land,
Peace seekers rise with pen in hand.

The poet’s voice, both fierce and too much kind,
Poetry always balms the fractured human mind.
No creed too vast, no race too small—
Rhythm of Poetry beats for one and all.

Let all nations learn what verses teach,
That peace is not beyond our reach.
So let us write, and let us sing—
Poetry born in our soul is our Songs offering
Dr. Ratan Bhattacharjee

23.
Poem: “Broken Orbit”
Poet: Dr Sarita Chauhan
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 28 October, Tuesday, 2025.

The Sun waited, a whole year long,
to have me write its silent, sorrowful song.
I thought it was a vow of perfect trust.
It followed me, a shadow, thin and slow,
“You are the only one who truly knows.”
I saw the world—a quiet, humming place.
The Sun sighed: “We look like one smooth sphere,
but underneath, a vast, cold frontier.
Is this closeness—this wide, empty space?
I swallow all the effort, word, and plea,
fearing one pull would break reality.
Why must my silence hold us in our place?
I shine, I burn, I pour out all my light,
yet half our tale is buried in the night.
When the ache gets too deep, I long to fly,
and vanish into the lonely, final sky.
Is wanting love a sin for which I pay?
They curse the heat I give and cast away.
Tell me, is it wrong to simply need his hand?”
I saw the tremor. “Everything longs for more—
the root that seeks the deep, the wave that wants the shore.”
It paused, eyes dark, “Don’t you have a wish that lasts?”
I smiled. “My desires left when the pain passed.”
©️®️ Dr Sarita Chauhan

24.
Poem: “Human Touch”
Poet: Elena Angelopoulou
From: Greece.
We live in rooms of flickering light.
Mute voices keep the night alive.
We reach through glass for proof, for a sign —
a word, a face, a human smile.
The screens are full; the hearts are bare.
A thousand names, but no one there.
The city glows. The servers hum.
We click. We scroll. Our hearts stay numb.
We drift through screens,
through borrowed air —
connected all,
yet never there.
And every dawn in our rushed lives,
an empty hand cannot thrive —
the touch that says we might be real,
the warmth no wire could ever give.
Still, in this world, a tiny blaze,
a flicker through the noise and haze:
a wink, a touch — so small, so brave —
it might yet save the human race.
©️®️ Elena Angelopoulou.

25.
Poem: “Sealed With Steps, Stepping”
Poet: Ruby Meraki Oenomel.
From: Canada
Primelore Published Date: 28 October, Tuesday, 2025.

. There are, loves, like this, seal, cranes, necks, glance, twisted !
O Love where like warp seals halved the octagon bands, stand
Defying description buffet spread, band versus bow, folds, sow
Fissures, wed, laurels, invitations, mailing, to seal, stiff necks?

. Printed, botanical babies and biological cooking space, designs
There are loves like this formal, hand-outs, pressing quandary ?
Quicksilver sands cards substitute pocket in dunderheads unite
Forward, invitations, moving forward, put it on the back burner ?

. Dissolve, matrimonial, alliance, uplifting, ceremonies, bond as
Result, desired, bats, dark, circles, assurances,,, specifications
Tradition, redirection, redirects, card, paper, soaked, married ?
Entrepreneur strikes labor union deals castrated, social union

. Call, forwarded, invitation for wedding, resulting in, purchases
In accordance with, flipped, when, turns out two-in-one, tiers ?
Court wedded, coup, invite for, dressed for, bait celebrations ?
Invitations call for, trouble, stifling, free, extra, wedded sacred

. Terrestrial blends, cards, candle, crouch hegemony corkscrew
Tied back, grumpy, aesthetic, grooming, thumbs sorry edges ?
Draining shaped carnations robust butter chisels, straddle we
Pedestrians blaze pressure strikes hampers transmissions he!

. Hovering massacre and witnessed amass, locked ladders wipe
Floors marble corals, heels fleet and queen kingdoms of caves
Backward sauerkraut, visits rehearsed and reapers cells prepare
I call, I purpose, I ransack, algorithms shackles rattle, grounded!

. Bands plot weasels tricks noon frost and baby bunnies surf burnt
On bunnies strobe astonished roosters thunder skin, bagged salt
Sanctuaries downtown clip coat and bold, ounce stolen from pink
Marionettes stampede stitched steps pocket lined pick blood seed
©️®️ Ruby Meraki Oenomel.

26.
Poem: “The Silent Conjunction”
Poet: Moammer Alsufyani
From: Yemen 🇾🇪
Primelore Published Date: 28 October, Tuesday, 2025.

The distant silence is the meeting of
two hearts on the glass of memory,
where they emit gentle sounds that everyone overlooks
amidst those fierce kisses on the window.
Oh, black wind, for goodness’ sake,
don’t frighten their love,
and if the silence exceeds its limits,
don’t approach.
©️®️ Moammer Alsufyani.

27.
Poem: “My Life’s Tapestry”
Poet: Aminu Femi Jamiu.
From: Gaza.
Primelore Published Date: 28 October, Tuesday, 2025.

My gourd bursts upon the canvas,
I’m thirsty for its balm of bliss,
As woven from my life’s tapestry.
My quill glides lazily, a throng,
As if this is my last song.

I peeked through nature’s pain and haze,
Wrestled with the world’s wild ways,
Babbles of the unknown now lay,
Pecking at my eyebrow, day by day.
Behold, I’m tickling time.

Like the weaverbird,
I’m the rising sun,
The crescent moon,
The unwritten poem,
Woven in life’s tapestry.

Upon the break of dawn,
The crow of the cock,
The lap of existence,
And the palm of the gods,
I blew out my birth flute.

I might be too green to see the angels,
Too frail to peak the hill that horn,
But on the shoulder of time,
I cradled love,
Not in weakness, but in grit.

Life can’t be bridled,
Life can’t be conquered,
Life can’t be eluded,
Life is life, forevermore.
Let’s raise a toast, even at dusk.
©️®️ Aminu Femi Jamiu.

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