Ramadan Poem | Day 9: Lover’s Call by Onafowokan Taofeek Busayo

When the terrain of the skins

Spread under the nose of the sky

I want to leave this rhyming world
of vanity

But i sent a coded message to
friends and foes

Maybe I may found one or two strings
of hope

That may beheaded the life I sought
aftermaths.

I am still wondering on the cradle
my mother left me,

Not too long my breath was shafted
into a burrow of dream

Two men appeared like angels:

One telling me the future is near at
the tip of my lips

But If my body should rest its spine
quickly

On the canal of this path

Whether I am old or young

For future doesn’t count in age nor
in number

But counts the continuous times

I surround my soul with fluids and
flowing blood.

The other man wore the body of pink
eyes, black belly, white face

Telling me the path to this journey
is a waste of thoughts

I heard him saying; go now into the
passage of the door

Where bodies are meant to stay till
the end of time.

I was about to sought the baton of
the latter

When a voice called from above-

Saying: Aya alali solah(Come to
prayer)

Rhyming: Aya alali falah( come to
succeed)

Now I know; when stripped the total
body of life,

Pleasure is in it… Who finds solace
in Allah.

by Onafowokan Taofeek Busayo