NOTE OF A FORLORN BARD By Ogunyomi Israel Abidemi

Written by Editor

Busy bee on Tulip’s petal,

That is you, my dearest one.

Smiling star on frowning sky,

Still you are, my rarest one.


When conniving clouds

Banished the eye of the moon,

Striped earth’s fragile skull

With heavy rain,


Cold usurped the night,

Installed my head with feverish

Dreams. Clear you were

On my muddled mind.

But your deafened chest shut

The door at my beckoning heart.

About the author


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.