Wild wishes, too high
for worldly tries,
Celestial glows that
do not fit into Time
and Place,
Lost love’s tormented
hopes and cries,
Come with fresh face
at my dooryard.
Wild wishes, desires
that cannot be
quenched in poor
world’s weak
arms,
Joys treading my
footsteps from
Heaven above,
All my loves long ago, my sweet
heart-felt urges,
Of all I ever seek, of
all I ever wanted
in heart,
Beckon to lead me to
Higher Houses of
content.
Wild wishes, her
face, her eyes,
and the love I
have for her,
FeelingsI cannot put
aside no matter
what,
The deep-felt dream
of uniting with her
in truth,
She comes to me
riding high on Wild Wishes for my
hand!
Somalia, the poet was raised in a politically prominent family; yet in his early teens, the poet and his family emigrated to the United States, where the poet lived for nearly two decades. Kassim started writing and publishing poetry while in junior college, at a relatively young age, and almost spontaneously fell with poets and poems, and has so been ever since; particularly the Romantic poets–William Wordsworth, George Gordon, Lord Byron, John Keats and Percy Shelley–drew his attention and engaged hìs intellect, so much so that, to this day, they represent more or less ‘the epitome’ of what Poesy means to him.The poet now lives in his land of birth and works as a freelance journalist and writer. Kassim is currently preparing manuscript of what he hopes to be his first book of poetry; the poet feels a particular attachment to John Keats and Percy Shelley for their vehement opposition to the inhumane effects on ordinary people such as the consequences of industrial development in their lifetimes–and reminds us that technological progress today does the same: ‘Weep, for the world is wrong!’ (emphasis supplied) (Percy Shelley, “Dirge”)