Hassan Idris

Dedicated to Maryam Yaseerat Sulaiman I dived into the sea of metaphors with your love serving as my life Jacket as I dive deeper into the depeest part of the sea of allegories. I whispered your name to the Mermaids of oxymoron and the strongest Witches of  personification as they duff thier hats  and saluted with assonance. I walked to the Queen of Onomatopoeia beneath the sea and ejected her from the throne of irony she was seated on to inscribe your name with hyperbole of ectasies. I decorated your kingdom with stunning-hyperbole of  ectasies, perfumed her with oxymoron of perfumes and painted her avidly-with the synecdoche of the most beautiful colours. ©Aboo Salmarh. Benue, Nigeria.

Dedicated to Maryam Yaseerat Sulaiman I shall sit on the sofa of love to inject into my blood stream your love from dawn to dusk. I shall tell them I'm a love bard who has no control over his pen, when it comes to your love my pen scribbles your name without command! I shall decorate my soul with henna of your love and scribble all over my avid soul and body avidly your name" MARYAM-YASEERAT" I shall tell them it's too late to surrender or retreat your love; I'm a Sickler of love, my red blood cells are filled with sicklemia of your love and I'm battling sickle-cell anemia of love. ©Aboo Salmarh. Benue, Nigeria.

Dedicated to Maryam Yaseerat Sulaiman If love was God, I would have surely searched for another God in you in this journey of love shall I purify my soul with your incomparable love. If I should be a love drunkard, I would have surely  drank from your ceaseless  love and intoxicated my eyes with your stunning beauty. If I could request a death warrant from God, I would have warranted my soul in replacement of yours in the kingdom of God! If I could turn  the day to night, I  would have made the day night and ask the moon to be a shade to your radiant and becharming beauty. If your love should serve as bleaching cream, I would have happily bleached my heart and body with your love. © Aboo Salmarh. Benue, Nigeria.

Dedicated to Maryam Yaseerat Sulaiman I will crucify death if it cross the path of my love for you, I will end her life if she has one. I will succumb my loving soul to  death if she wins this battle of love, and if I stand firm to win this horrific and tragic love battle, I will remove the soul of death and present it to you. I will sit you down on the Sofa of love to watch me battle with my soul if it tries to cross the milky path of my love for you shall I nicely-tattoo my emotions on your heart. I will sacrifice my last breath for your love even if it means battling with the hurdles of the pains of life and death, shall I reap off my skin to serve as a shelter to your sparkling goddess skin. I will make sure my emotions and unending love devotions shall surely capture and beguile your becharming soul with no undivided attention. I will tell death that I'm an immigrant for love cealessly and happily perusing every hook and cranny of...

Dedicated to Maryam Yaseerat Sulaiman Those sparkling smiles surrounding your face had been created in the paradise of beauty where you were the only Sheila created out of Diamonds and Golds. Those becharming lips of yours electrocuted my soul to planet  Mercury and I had never got injured; your body is surely the jurisprudence of radiant beauty, intriguingly and jurisprudentially making me feel intriguingly perfect. Those cloud-nine walks of yours healed my locomotor ataxia and locomoted my heart to feel the ecstasies of your love healing deep beneath my heart the grievance I hid aforetime. Those bright teeth of yours when you smile are whiter than the skin and toothpaste of the Nigerian Cheif, Miss Agbani Darego, crowned Miss world in 2001. © Aboo Salmarh. Benue, Nigeria.