AN ABODE OF REFUGE By Ahmed Suleiman

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When you have a stake in the bank of nothing,
You cannot get something out of nothing,
You gaze at the pier of the sea,
Thinking of life,
Outside and inside,
Laughing outside,
And crying inside,
For there is no abode.

Your thoughts are formed,
In a small manner,
Where no one can reside,
Even though you once reside in,
A bad memory of the past,
Where you wish no one to be,
It is not a good abode.

I reside in my illusion,
My world of big vision,
Where everyone has a station,
More people live here,
And I am more elated,
It is a perfect abode,
Not just for me,
But for everyone.

In the house of refuge,
There is no sombre mood,
We only have stable mood,
Where everyone belongs to all,
We share,
We care,
We laugh,
We play together,
And we share our plights.

For every abode of refuge,
There is deluge of people,
Who seek constant protection,
For care and attention belong
to all.
This is no ivory tower,
But an abode for all and sundry,
We cannot leave here,
But we live here,
That is who we are,
We eat what comes to mind,
Leave whatever we don’t mind,
For life is simple and short.

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.