Author: Umme Salma

Like a tree
I feel free
These days
The sun hugs me
Sends some glee
In a wrap of luscious rays

I am what I am
I am what I do
Nothing more, nothing less
Till I reach 
Such a nice thought
I was snipped into a horrible mess

When you went
A dim light flickered 
A dark night triggered
My jasmine scent
faded; branches bent

Rain and rain 
Drained and drained
My eyes, my soul
Have you seen
How Corals thrash
When waters strain?

But 
these days
I can spread my heart
I can silk-pack my dirt
I can clear the cloud
I can leap and fly
Give life a tasty try
stormy smiley proud

Is a tree really free?
Can a tree really fly?
"O, damn critic 
Shut your frick
No question...No No question now
put back your arrow
please...to your bow."

Ah!

A long palm tree
Once wished to be free
Being the tallest in the woods
She dreamed of reaching the sky
With round leaves fly and fly 
far beyond the seen clouds

But alas!
When the storm ended
The wind sank its sail
The palm began to shiver:
terrified and bluish-pale 

She looked at her trunk
posted in the earthly bunk
And started to bite her nail
Oh, I love...I love the earth
I love the nook, the worldly hook
the soil... the story of my lovely trail 

Oh, like a tree
Am I then free?
Shut up, shut up
O, damn readers 
stop stop 
Stop sipping
from my migrant cup.

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Umme Salma, Toowong, 31 October 2025

Am I
A cat?
Do I peep
for a place
Cosy?
A warm
breezy nook
in your heart
Quilty mart
soft
lush
rosy?

Am I your pet
Caught in the net?
You say, www
I grin and grin
up to the chin
Glow like a digital dew.

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Umme Salma, 31 October 2025, Toowong

Sometimes
My heart rhymes
With the rain
With the pain
Which you pelt
Like stones
on the devil’s terrain

You
Who
I loved
With all emotions true

But
blue nights
Waved
the fights
Through narrow creeks
Words grated the guts
Sounds jarred the nuts
The house, a pile of bricks

Since then
Like a pecking pen
I cok cok cok
Pain puts my soul
In a tanduri chicken coal
Shock shock shock.

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Umme Salma, 30/10/2025, Toowong