Poetry

HARAM By Oladoyin Peace (Fountain Voice)

Written by Editor

Fondle not with my jewel

For they are my flowers

And if any one dares

Note that thy hands are in hives of bees

And you’ll not escape being stung.

Hither and thither will you be chased hither

Till your peace fly away like tattered kite.

My lines are fiery edge around my flowers.

Trespass not less thou be burned and hunted.

 

My jewel, my flower, my fruits

Are not for wanton mouth

Who treat jewels like lollipop.

Entreat thy feet from my sphere

Less thou fall a snare.

Ravenous wolves in sheep clothing’s

Be thou far from me

Less I rip your throat.

My fruits are for Adam to Eve.

 

About the author

Editor

Bada Yusuf Amoo holds B.A in Literature in English from Obafemi Awolowo University, he is the publisher of thespeakingheart.com. He started the website in 2015, he has published both his works and other budding writers and poets on the website. He is a public commentators and his articles are on different websites.