In A Bus (Poetry Is A Lady) Poem by kolawole ogunfowokan

She draws me near yet pushes me away
I held forth and hold no sway
Silently like a monk I pray
Don't let this cup pass me by
If anything must shift ground,
its her heart melting for me

With patience I pestered
All the strength I had I gathered
In the silence, I hum interest
In the frosty eyes, I sowed smiles
Standing deep rooted like an iroko in the forest
This cup won't pass me by
If the wind must blow something away,
its my shame it will uproot.

Strategically I tested the water
Communicating and ignoring the fire
If I will be burnt, I will be caught up in the flames of my beloved
This fire they say wrecks no havoc
But binds together to make strong as rock
The cup would not pass me by
If fire must burn,
its my mistakes it will turn to ashes

She will be drowned in the rivers of my words
As I was drawn by the pull of her eyes
I promise to make her fall
Not from a height that will break her skull
But deeper into an ocean of comfort
Where sweet words and action will never come short
This cup surely will not pass me by
If there will be a crash,
its a course of love we will be taking.

As these script was unfolding
I saw the pairs of eyes stair at me
I was covered up in sweat
Could not even take a deep breath
I was not dreaming, neither was I mad
I was in a trance
Beside me was the angel who took my breath away
The bus moved, and I said hello angel…..
The cup never passed me by.