Are there people who appreciate Poetry here, I have been writing a poem on each day of Ramadan. Alhamdulilah!

Ramadan Day 1
I went to grocery store to get Some tomatoes and onions And seasonings for my rice and stew
Empty! I met empty baskets of tomatoes And basket of onion loomed like flies What's stew without tomatoes Like rain touching not my house
I know there's hunger in the land And lockdown increases it in folds Holy months shoot the need for food And there's no relieve yet in the land
Farmers are scared of the virus war Marketers feared not touch hands and The little tomatoes in market is hoard By those with suits of cash Remember the virus spares no one And fasting is mandated not for Rich
Leave for us the amount fifty naira can buy And remember Allah hates those who hoard

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[size=8pt][/size]Ramadan Day 2


Behind him whose sonorous voice
Made many queue to pray, Imam
Recited a verse of the Qur'an and my
Heart trembled like a faulty door


He recited "if Allah touches you with
Affliction, none can come to your aid but He
And if you see good, he's capable of all things
Then he imam bowed to God, the lord of the world
While my eyes streamed hot salty tears


It stuck me like an arrow on my fourth run cage
That in time of this pandemic, no one relieve fears
But Him
After the prayer, I raised my hands to the sky
And seek his forgiveness from our errs
Lest we could not bear an ounce of His woesRamadan Day 2


Behind him whose sonorous voice
Made many queue to pray, Imam
Recited a verse of the Qur'an and my
Heart trembled like a faulty door


He recited "if Allah touches you with
Affliction, none can come to your aid but He
And if you see good, he's capable of all things
Then he imam bowed to God, the lord of the world
While my eyes streamed hot salty tears


It stuck me like an arrow on my fourth run cage
That in time of this pandemic, no one relieve fears
But Him
After the prayer, I raised my hands to the sky
And seek his forgiveness from our errs
Lest we could not bear an ounce of His woes

Ramadan Day 3

In quest for knowledge
He will spread his shawl in sun at
Teachers' gates and slept till they wake

If asked why don't you
Knock our gate and tap us to get the
Knowledge you seek
Or even send for us to your abode

Abdullah bn Umar will snub it and say
My father's position as a caliph
Should not be a privilege and I would
Not disturb you for my sake

When the preacher finished sermon
I bowed my head in shame
And asked myself if I have been
On the path of those Allah pleases with

I prostrated and ask forgiveness
From the most high to guide me
To the ways of those he showed the
Path and
Not those his curse is upon [size=8pt]

Ramadan Day 4

I took a step beyond my gate
But I ran back like a child
Touching hot lantern
I took a step away from scorching
Sun, the hot raging inferno

Under a mast tree, I stood still
And spread my shrew to take a nap
Like a snake crawling on a slippery wall
It crept in my mind and blew it off

I thought if this sun is hot enough
To stop me from my ways
If this sun is hot enough to make me
Recount my steps
How could I cope with hell fire
Blazing more than inferno

Then I spread my hands and prayed
My Lord who says
There is difference between
Dwellers of hell and paradise and
The latter are successful ones
Oh God of Adam and Eve
Count us among dwellers of Jannah

Ramadan Day 5

Daily fasting

Hours before dawn when
Muslim faithfuls wake up
Munching morsels of eba and okro
I hear him roaming the street with his blue plate
"Assalamualaikum waidi," his sings to the air echoing to homes

He wants to fast and lock his mouth
Till sky lock away sun from its shine
He wants to spread his hands upward
Staring at the sky while praying to the most high
But he fast everyday even before Ramadan and
Today is another day for his grumbling
Worms roaring to his spleen
In his tattered clothes, he's dear to God with his intentions