On The Street Poem by Dr. Ibrahim Lawal Soro

To a city of hospitable men,
In a bus i was with my bag of smiles
Meant to display it for those trees i was passing like the days on my neck and shoulder,

Before my chest was my heart thinking the happiness of childish books i burnt,

And sugary steps of mine
suffered many times
For a travelling kit it lost her righteous knot,

A first aided bike on the head of an accompanying cloud,
Just now they passed running without leniency for the laid thread,

Be it like a venomous snake, they were bitten by the sharpness of its tails,

The shops beside the twin streets are suggesting a honourable greets,
And honest tweets,

It is lucky enough for for the said bus
On it way to the coolest site of the world,

It is lucky for the said vehicle its sleeve is white as milk,
Ones' life end,
Anothers' begin,
Here was i doing science,
For the transit on a strength and straight street.
I was developing the habit of obedience to My ILAH
And our beloved
Prophet of Islam.