Alif Laam Miim ( Poetry)

Aliif Laa Miim

Is Modou Lamin

These haters know Modou is not Lamin.

Gambians nyo nenj laaming

Y dina len jaagal kamil

I wish my future wife was a writer

A scholar and not a fighter

Recognizes the alphabet

And knows Aliif Laa Miim;

Call me Modou Lamin,

Pray for me and say amen.

 

 

In the first noise of four newborns

And tears made of laughter

In praise for fallen words

And love ever after

In the good night, dads

And I love you more than most.

That's where I found and continue to find

My victory.

 

All close

Almost infused

Falling clothes...

..lol..

As if I could refuse.

 

You're my refuge.

And you're mine.

To subdue.

 

Surrender

That tender center

And let's cinder

Like wildfires

In the Santa Ana winds

Let's fly high and skydive.

Into the swim.

Swim.

 

Brilliant sky above

Whose like stretches

Far across the miles

Seen through the eyes of many

Day and night

light and dark

What is time?

A day in a century

No ticking clock

The sun and moon reflections

The turning of the tides

Water, Air, and Earth

Life's comfort blanket

Passage to the gods