A POEM BY RAHMATULLA DAUDA

Darkness

As the sun goes down at the niche of the hour,
Here comes the crepuscule I have wanted to,
Darkness has become my domicile,
For incandescent dark, my spirit finds solace.

And when the dark recedes,
A penetrating light cuts through, in the early hours of the morning,
I note myself shrinking, cowering in fear
Like it’s in presence of its adversary.

Thenceforth the demise of my picket,
Gloom has been my hearthstone,
Giving me the frith I sought,
Why would I desiderata gleam when it reminds me of my picket?

His love was the light
Brightening my life, awakening beneath the dark,
With his illumination gone from my life,
How could I not fall into the embrace of Obscurity?

Like a predator seize its prey,
Death strikes the living nescient,
Halting every dream one had in life,
Welcoming one into the land of the mysterious.

Dwelling on the land of the dead,
Surrounded by immense darkness,
Graves filled with corpses with soundless bones,
Cemeteries so lonely, so gloomy!

And here is a country filled with cries of anguish and woe,
The repugnant smell of blood now and then,
Hunger and starvation are our foremost foes,
Life’s darkling way isn’t wavering at all.

Author

Rahmatullah Dauda is a budding Poet and Content. She hails from Kogi State, Nigeria.