Poetry

MIND OF A SOUL By Ajao Abdulqowiyy

Written by Editor

How come this stranger?
Now, my fortune in his grasp.
How come this stranger?
Where should i begin? The hope near at his hands.
When the light died, no lullaby from him,
When the fortune is unheeding, no one to sing the songs of healing.

How come this stranger?
The fortune is mine, my last hope,
Where my life lies on, the adversaries died on,
The night is here, when another soul will cry on.
My fortune, my fortune,
The fortune of hope, seize by the stranger’s grip.

How come this stranger?
Out of all harm, this should be the odd one.
I dribbling of water,
When I look back on, I recollect my fortune’s birth,
That tags Along with lots of salty water.
How come this stranger?
The night is here, I want to root the judgment.

About the author

Editor

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.