Poetry

WHAT POETRY DID TO ME By Awodele Maryam

Written by Bada Yusuf Amoo

Amid my solitary motion
I accept fate like a lonely gecko
Your melody that streams down my vein
Made me hiccup awaking from detention
Your music sounds like the consoling rain
And I enjoyed your solemn attention
What you did to me
Is an unending me

My hands scratch without caressing you
My body itch without seducing you
Life will eventually invite a suiting cacophony
Without your presence, the world rely on a sour phony
What you did to me
Is more than a thousand meal

Ever since I met your presence
The road never seems to starve for your absence
I met your rhythm once daily
No wonder am growing softly
What you did to me
Is more than a million naira

Your rhyme is a quintessence of beauty
It makes me glow amid your stunning orchard
Your rhyme is an element of regularity
And am endowed with a steady movement of daily routine
What you did to me
Deserve not only me but many other

I met my truthful lover
Only with your truthful giver
In your abode, is a resplendent mentor
And the stars count on me as victor
I have for long search for a balance motion
In a pool of feign affection
When I eventually met you
I swim in a pleasing kingdom

About the author

Bada Yusuf Amoo