Dr. Ibrahim Lawal Soro Poems

3.

We pluck the flowers of happiness in reading
in writing we vomit that we consumed from the bowl of others
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countless, they are suggesting and questioning;
'where are you heading' by then i replied with a noiseless voice affirming; 'To the federal capital territory with my bandaged smile to my meal flowing like this air from this fan on my humble head. '

countless, with their noxios stick pointing us we passers by
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Beside me was she
Trying to poem our love

Which is dove
Forwarding a thousand smiles to front
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H onest in wording like bird of jove
in hospitality is cloud
A nd gorgeous steps makes advices right
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a strange was a prestigious bird on a noble nest
i passed twice a forest
thereupon the sun on run
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Trees were lining up like stones
running like squirrel
Digging roots out
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It battering was a humble
And ruffian badge
Beside a stork legged i sat.
Twice i parked for the first and
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am writing this poem
when the class i entered is dark

the lesson makes it like a moon

the pen i wrote with is mighter than the sword
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