ORPHAN POEM- BY BADA YUSUFF AMOO
I
was told, you are the termite
Feeding
on the tree at the backyard
I
was told, you are the goat
That
feed on the remnants of yam at backyard
I
was told you are the hawker
That
sells beans-cake in my dreams at night
I
was told you are the traveler
That
lost in borderless desert
I
was told, you are the ant that sway
That
I see on my way to the farm
On
each sunrise of the day
That
whispers my ear aubade poem
I
was told you have gone far
That
I cannot even trace your path
I
was told you hid my face within your chest, mother
Before
life showed your way to death
Can
you still tell me the miseries in nature?
And
the affairs of life itself
How
can I tell my children in future?
How
lone I have been in this forest of life
I
was told this is where you scribed some miseries
By
the veranda of your grave
That
I could invoke some dramas of your memories
As
my mouth fans those moments of the life you gave
They
said your spirit breathes around me
Wait,
I have enveloped some questions for you
Do
you see me or do you hear me?
I
want to know if your ear had not died with you
Tell
me the truth of your laid down
Or
if you are too shy to whisper
I
may revisit when silent night wear crown
When
street shall be free of all listener
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