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

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
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