Lover’s Call
When the terrain of the skins
Spread under the nose of the sky
I want to leave this rhyming world
of vanity
of vanity
But i sent a coded message to
friends and foes
friends and foes
Maybe I may found one or two strings
of hope
of hope
That may beheaded the life I sought
aftermaths.
aftermaths.
I am still wondering on the cradle
my mother left me,
my mother left me,
Not too long my breath was shafted
into a burrow of dream
into a burrow of dream
Two men appeared like angels:
One telling me the future is near at
the tip of my lips
the tip of my lips
But If my body should rest its spine
quickly
quickly
On the canal of this path
Whether I am old or young
For future doesn’t count in age nor
in number
in number
But counts the continuous times
I surround my soul with fluids and
flowing blood.
flowing blood.
The other man wore the body of pink
eyes, black belly, white face
eyes, black belly, white face
Telling me the path to this journey
is a waste of thoughts
is a waste of thoughts
I heard him saying; go now into the
passage of the door
passage of the door
Where bodies are meant to stay till
the end of time.
the end of time.
I was about to sought the baton of
the latter
the latter
When a voice called from above-
Saying: Aya alali solah(Come to
prayer)
prayer)
Rhyming: Aya alali falah( come to
succeed)
succeed)
Now I know; when stripped the total
body of life,
body of life,
Pleasure is in it… Who finds solace
in Allah.
in Allah.
by Onafowokan Taofeek Busayo