I will tell you these
Because it is what I tell
Myself
When my mood change
From good to bad
And from bad to good
Or when happy
Or angry
Or when overwhelm with joy of love
Or pain of hate
Surely when I warn myself
To stand still
Because life has always
Been a week
A week that always
Remain seven days
One can fly, if he mean
To fly if the “sky
Be the limit” one must have wings
But only birds fly
Yet to earth remain
Their feed, water, shelter and biology
So hearken, and reflect on
These plain words
As they reflect no hidden
Meanings
I will tell you these
Because is what I feel
Within myself
Know when one finds love
And fall love
Two hearts melts into one
Beating with one beat
And exposing no pain
Nor sorrow; if really mind
Reflect you will find
These true.
I need not lie
I find in you, a friend
That heart and mind
Take…………
When I reflect
On your robust
Fine face
And your sweet
Melodious voice
I long to see you once again
While life remain
Only a week
That last only seven
Days…………
{Aminu Gabi}
25th January, 2008
Dedicated to:
JAMILA ABDULLAHI YARIMA
{Late Sarkin Azare}
