STRUGGLE FOR WHAT LOVE WILL EAT | Schoolpotter STRUGGLE FOR WHAT LOVE WILL EAT - Schoolpotter STRUGGLE FOR WHAT LOVE WILL EAT | Schoolpotter

Wednesday, March 27, 2019

STRUGGLE FOR WHAT LOVE WILL EAT


Welcome


Share... ☂

Share on Facebook
Share on Twitter
Google Plus


STRUGGLE FOR WHAT LOVE WILL EAT

Poet: Abdulwaheed Sofiullahi.
It was May, after the guitar had
Celebrated a kindness couple,
Without making hay.
Hand are gifted with rings,
And sporting beneath the earth:
Into brown yam tubers.
For a groom to cook the food;
As cloud cook hot to earth.
It's moving from May to June;
My groom woke me up.
The ocean has dried,
The corn has dried,
What would I be putting
In mouth again?
Look for what love will eat.
I Journeyed North through South;
Perhaps the Eastern wind blew
Me to West.
Where I left my bride uneaten.
It's what makes me feel higher;
like a gaze lingers.
When I sat down alone;
On a bench spits out In disgust.
Thinking about the past of May;
When my groom became Songster
And I became her lineage.
The sky symbolized my slimline
Like a lemon limerick;
appeared a disdainful look
In a mirror.
No cheap sex In the shadows,
Nor peaceful street corner sleep.
No way to back on this adventure,
I've been suffering for what my groom
Will eat, like anthills drunk with violence.
No! I won't give up.
I'll rather struggle till grave;
For what love will eat.
When we shall live till eternal life,
When we shall eat with sweetness mouth.

Post Summary

Post Title:

STRUGGLE FOR WHAT LOVE WILL EAT

Post Description:



Show schoolpotter love by Copying the Below link and Share on Social Media

schoolpott

No comments:

Post a Comment