Poetry

CALL THIS WHAT IT IS By Zayn

Written by Editor

Call this what it is,
It start as what it’s not,
It is not,
It is, is.

A boy, a girl : a passage
Myopic to love,
Fair to affection
Circle sketched within circle
Love it is
Affection, it is not

Fate lament this bond
Time to ‘it’ is like a freezed water,
To a farmished duck.
Flesh to flesh to sensual to spiritual to physical,
Sweat shared like knot
Outer space owned: when get loose in each other, a passage to pray.

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Hate is the air,
Hostility puff from lurk hands
Vicious walled the heart
Love seal the gate
Irony of flower of life

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.