Poetry

AJOKE By Bada Yusuf Amoo

Written by Bada Yusuf Amoo

I am lying on your nostalgia
My house is a decayed house
Where mosquitoes hover thus
With sounds touching like comose
The night squats on my window
Spawn by the estaminet of poverty
To teach me the tales of you absent

I know you can never be present
The conflict of conscience we bear
Patched and peeled on faith
Like blister of blood
The only thing I hate of this night
Are it greedy companions
Who take my blood as meal
And my remain will be poetry

If you decide to visit my home
I mean if you heart see me worthy
And you decide to visit my home
You may not meet me
But my remain (poetry) will be there
Just read and return
I am nothing but a poor man

About the author

Bada Yusuf Amoo

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