Okoye Stan. Ifeanyichukwu Poems

With her gentle lovely palms
She curdles her baby on silk
Which lies soberly on her arms
Sucking the e’er flowing milk
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So pacific was their toil
Which they labor'd in the coast
To preserve the life’s coil
Which has blend them to the toast
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To describe a maiden
It is often a difficult task
Because, she is indescribable
Not because of any emptiness
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They are screaming,
But no one seems to hear them.
They are crying,
But no succour came to their aid.
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Poetivity...
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an activity of creativity...
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The reality of man is just real
Which the Most High made for a deal
To live in a purpose of existence
That could lead to a sentence
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