By Abdulsalam Jamiu B.
At my birth
when my head faces earth
and my body sticks
when my head faces earth
and my body sticks
almost lifeless
inside
not because I'm aware of 'Death'
not because I'm aware of 'Death'
oh i'm so naive
about this 'Gaious' of our lives' Caeser.
about this 'Gaious' of our lives' Caeser.
At my birth,
I see Death preying on my mama's breath.
Hey! Why are you striving to seize her breath?
Seeing her insidious breath,
my voice became filled with horror.
But, why would this 'insidious insomnia' about Death
glue perfectly to my restless consciousness
ever since my mama's Death?
glue perfectly to my restless consciousness
ever since my mama's Death?
Every time my eyes are steadily darting blankly,
my savvy mind becomes so pensive
as I see Death and its taste of horror
that brings fear close to my mind's ear.
At first in my imagination you appear
when suddenly your Polyphemus image is here.
I get soaked by fear
My heart shed tears
I shiver and quiver
as I see you
owlishly,
at my mama's soul you stare.
I see as Death proposed a date to my mama,
a date
to open the sod
and thrust mama's soul
to an unknown world that I hate.
Wait! Wait! I yell at death to wait
oh! Too late death will not wait
since death is a slave to our dark fates.
I wish I had a wand in my hand
and I would have banned you!
'Our bad fate from coming around.
Every morning,
at my veranda
you hail me as you pass by.
i know one day
you would stop by
just to say hi.
Too bad,
this 'insidious insomnia and I will always pear
because I know one day will come near
when you'll be here
to hurl my soul into the air
and my body,
underneath the earth it disappears
just like you did to mama,
'my dear.'
when suddenly your Polyphemus image is here.
I get soaked by fear
My heart shed tears
I shiver and quiver
as I see you
owlishly,
at my mama's soul you stare.
I see as Death proposed a date to my mama,
a date
to open the sod
and thrust mama's soul
to an unknown world that I hate.
Wait! Wait! I yell at death to wait
oh! Too late death will not wait
since death is a slave to our dark fates.
I wish I had a wand in my hand
and I would have banned you!
'Our bad fate from coming around.
Every morning,
at my veranda
you hail me as you pass by.
i know one day
you would stop by
just to say hi.
Too bad,
this 'insidious insomnia and I will always pear
because I know one day will come near
when you'll be here
to hurl my soul into the air
and my body,
underneath the earth it disappears
just like you did to mama,
'my dear.'
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