Nirvana Poem by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu

Nirvana



Take this old yoke off me.
This crapulence let it fizzle
Out like wayward smoke
From a sleeping chimney.
Words alone should quench
The shadowed haloes,
Grim and patterned in clay
Of cataract that blurs ways
And tracks of an enabling age.

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