Words are missing
The silence hides a scream
Yet it interconnects.
It is born out of repression
And aims to liberate my soul
From the inaudible storms
That have nurtured ages ago.
I remained silent for
"The deepest rivers are the quietest"
The frozen soul has melted and
Words are missing
But a lot has been said
Screams have reached to the deaf ears
To the stone hearted folks
With a hope
That no other soul has to scream in silence.
© Dr. Mudasir Ahmad Gori
DR. MUDASIR AHMAD GORI, hailing from Kashmir, did his Masters in English Literature from Bundelkhand University, Jhansi (2010). A gold medalist at M.A. Level, he did his
M.Phil from Vikram University, Ujjain, in 2016. He continued his pursuit of higher education and completed his PhD from Maulana Azad National Urdu University, Hyderabad, in 2020.
He is currently working as Assistant Professor Distance Education department of MANUU, Hyderabad. He writes occasionally in local and international newspapers. Some of his articles
can be found in newspapers like: Kashmir Images, Rising Kashmir, Kashmir Vision, Kashmir Reader, Brighter Kashmir, The Parliament Times of Pakistan, to name a few. He also writes in Urdu for papers like Udaan, Taameel Irshaad, Jabroot, etc. He is currently working on a book, "Screaming Silence", a collection of poems. He has a passion for Urdu and English Poetry, he shares the same passion for cricket, too.
Immortalized dead bodies,
My young progeny,
Destined to drive us across the shore.
These pearls have fallen to bullets,
Their innocent bodies pierced with deadly metal.
Screeches of sisters echo,
Stains of blood on mourners are evident.
The perfume of grief,
The sobs of mothers,
Elders sniveling, stand still.
The fights to have the remaining relics of brave hearts,
Last glimpse before the send-off,
To the world of eternity.
The shroud of the martyr
Deck with garlands and cologne,
Hands festooned with myrtle.
Genuflected to the fate, their sons,
Mothers see them off.
© Dr. Mudasir Ahmad Gori
ONYAH'S TALE of the STATE of NAIJA
Four candles slowly burned. The ambience was so soft, one could almost hear them talking...
The first one said: 'I am peace' NIGERIA is full of anger, hatred for each other and fighting. No one wants to keep me lit.
Then the flames of peace went out completely.
The second said, 'I am faith'. The polity is so tensed to such an extent that no one has an iota of confidence of my capacity to
turn the tide of events for the now and create the desired future. It doesn't make sense that I stay lit another moment. Just then,
a cool breeze blew faith's flame out.
Sadly, the third candle began to speak. 'I am love.' The citizens have simply lost touch of the reality of my existence and
importance for a united Nigeria. And I am waiting no longer love's flame went off.
A child entered the room and saw the three unlit candles. 'Why aren't you burning and revealing your brilliant light among us',
inquired. Right from the days of our founding fathers, they, within their struggle, had believed that once we had been declared
an independent nation, they had conceived/bargained that you were meant to stay lit till the end of the ages, as the tie that
ought to bind us, if we must remain in oneness.
I am hope!
The fourth candle announced, when I am still burning, we can rekindle the other candles.
With bright eyes, the child took the candle of hope and lit the other candles. it then became evident, that though love happened
to be the greatest of them all. However, the wings of hope though fragile like that of a butterfly, should never be taken for
granted. With hope, each of us, despite our ethnic backgrounds, or whatever seem to be our differences, can be of a truth,
live in PEACE, FAITH and LOVE.
WE COULD REMAIN UNITED IN DIVERSITY at NAIJA
One Nation, Great People!
© L. S. Onyah
Lucky Stephen Onyah is a Lagosian by birth whose parents hail from Delta State, Nigeria. Currently, he is a
mathematics teacher and a Principal of Gbenu Private Academy, Lagos. He is also an English teacher with
World English Institute, having earned an Advance Diploma in English from the same institute. In addition,
he is taking up Master of Bible Studies in Accra Graduate School. Stephen ventured into writing early, had
evolved in the art and seeks to impart the world with his creative pen. His poems can be seen in anthologies,
international e-zines and has received awards for his work.
Recently, on our Magazine's Facebook Group, we conducted a 2-week Prompt Challenge in the Humanitarian Theme, and asked our members who participated, to write a poem, where we would choose one out of the entries to be included in this issue. Well, we were touched by not just one, but four, so we decided to publish all four poems. We hope you are as touched as we are, when you read the work of these gifted writers!
Skin of Human Nature
Skin of human nature
Perished in altruistic hue
And teenage crisis wraths.
We thrive from mundane
Cares of daily grind
As the hapless man kisses
Life's acrid flavors,
What is there left to give?
Need we SHARE the only
Food for our subsistence?
Worried lest I'd be
In a troubled breathing
© Sugar Zedna
Be a lotus in
Filth and dirty water of life
Else diamond in
Dark and dirty coal mine.
Be a mountain when
The cyclone comes
In all odds
Maintain your decorum.
Like the majestic rain
Clean all your surroundings
In case of new relationship
Don't forget your old bonding
It is better to stand
Than to borrow
Like a banyan tree
Don't forget your root.
© Soma Bhowmik
An abrupt explosion
Earth took birth from the sun
And gone through changes
Millions and billions of times
Hymn of life started to enchant
And authenticate the life to peep
Through the sea in deep
Thus arise the life day by day
Evolution occurs but now we have to pay
The taxes that we have enjoyed a lot
Without thought about nature
Was busy to nurture our own self worthy thoughts
That brought us in front of a question mark
If we will ever be able to leave remark
On the earth in spite of the destruction we have made
Now just take a break and feel to refill the scars on earth
And make it pure fresh of life to rebirth.
© Shampa Saha
In pursuit of love and peace, let heaven
and earth bond together, our brothers,
illuminate the grieving, displaced from
the borders of no hope. let love glow in every
living hearts, glands and veins, the universal
blood type, to claim unity of one brotherhood.
Let the clouds that loom with tears, washed
evil minds, who destroy peace and harmony.
No gun fire to use, to spread evil power and
to silence innocent victims. Let the lyrics of
healing and compassion drizzle in fine mist
in every continent.
We are one brother, of not borders, created
from dirt and from dirt we will all return.
Though we have different cultures, race, color,
but one belief, with the Almighty, that blessed
and forgive us. let the river of Peace flow,
in every heartbeat of humanity.
© Aida G. Rogue