Getting used to saying goodbye

Getting used to saying goodbye
Fate sealed, sentiments override.

Bosom swells with bridal expectancy
Heart aches from years of loving solely.

Had my beloved taken the remedy
My beloved would’ve healed spiritually.

Friend buries even the best of people
And corpse is nothing but remains to be mourned.

So long, Mogadishu, so long:
For me, my nostalgia
As for you, your lost innocence.

@ Safi Abdi...2009

The love for Somalia

The love for Somalia
like a downpour of
sweet fresh water
off the ground
the ills of this nation sweeps.
The newly born bonding
with the plaintiff
resuscitates the forgotten
Saint.
Dare to love
and you shall be
in the rush
to come home.
Cool Southerly breeze
and a North cheerful
are a unit in the Attar.
A body a plane boards;
Somalia is my sanctuary.
@ Safi Abdi