THE SHATTERED SOUL
Abdullateef Jimoh
My mind is a bird with broken wings
Wandering in this dark and heavily pregnant sky
The cloud roars up the whirlwind
Heartbroken and numb with grief
As I sit relishing a last gleam of sunlight
A rocket surge in Covid-19 cases
And the death that comes with it
Near me,
Rays of hope rise from the Qur'an
Words of peace tingling my thoughts,
"Allah will bring about ease after difficulty"
The story of Ayyub is like a vase fallen down the flight of stairs unbroken
"... so be not of the despairing"
Beautiful to behold is our unsung hero, the pharmacist,
See how she braces us and delivers the balm to our scourge,
Incarnating love that perches our soul
Like parrot perching on shoulders in a mine craft
With low gear for safety,
Drugs are stretched and spread from her love and care,
Just to keep at bay our illnesses
She grasps at straw and aims to relieve us of the pandemic,
But my heart catches fire and tastes the bitterness of the price she pays
I sit here as my tongue fades into a desert,
The ants returning to their cave
Will I come out of this jungle of distress alive?
The pharmacist says hope for peace and relief
As the sun will shine and the rain will cease
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Abdullateef Jimoh is a first year pharmacy student, University of Ibadan.
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