Even if it's Raw

 

Even flamingos are beautiful, But peacocks attract attention.

You're a single soul, but I always sees you in three dimensions. 

Your scent sings a melody that sinks depression and performs a funeral for my saddened days.

Because you're a raw, 

And the crowns you wear no pen can draw.

Humility wrapped in loyalty, yet your majesty allign with simplicity.

A yanda kikee, kin haska duniyaa batareda kwalliyaba,

Shin tambaya nake, Dan Adam dan tara neee bai cika na goba? 

Ah ah, ga yanda lissafin yake, kece daya tak ta goman har sha dayan ma bibiyarki take.

I build a fence, just to defence my kingdom against foreign soldiers, 

Your army pass through not destroy but to rebuild.

You are a dream I wish to posses,  

a flame I hope to catch, 

EVEN IF IT'S RAW.

I may not or may be remain just a quiet presence on the edge of this world,

But I'll still add more layers of your brighter face i

n my heart timeline.

Poem by: Abdurahman Abubakar