Poetry

THE RACE By Lawal Mutalib Tunde

Written by Bada Yusuf Amoo

On my lane,
Her name keeps ringing in my mind
Flowing via my heart
For the rate of the speed
on the lane races in a galloping rate
I’m on my route
To her root mind
Only not to win the race
But to win her heart
That heart, beating my earth and heart.
Fire is flaming and roaming
Around my soul.
Aren’t you aware?
Perhaps, it seems she locks my thought
In her lock
As a captive in her custody.
Ready not to free me from her cage
In her soul, sinks in my mind
In her ears, sticks in my hear
To not hear
Is to wear
An underwear of affection
For emotion and reaction
To her condition and affection.
Oh! I’m doomed!! Her charming eyes
Had enchanted my warming heart.
Block my route not
She is to reveal a new pace on the same race
Pace to run her race
My role has entered her hole
My creativity becomes her authority
Her thought is tugging my soul
Lurring me more to the race…

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Bada Yusuf Amoo

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