Treasure Island

Chinweokwu Sunlight M. Ndubuisih

(10th January,1987 / Enugu State)

You Loitering Man


All of a sudden
My circular, ball-like eyes
Rolling like a swinging pendulum ball
Glanced through the street
Near and afar
Covering the happenings
And I stood still
Thought hard and wise
I saw a Man thereby
Loitering like a free One
That lacks responsibility
But apparently He had
And I mourn deeply in My heart
Because I knew what it was
To be loitering to and fro
And I smiled with Him
With My face glittering happiness
And My mouth illuminating to Him caution upon caution
Saying be-ware
Be-ware
Haddy known will be words of Your mouth.

Submitted: Wednesday, October 16, 2013
Edited: Thursday, November 14, 2013

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