Pseudo Hate
Don't oppress yourself to
impress all men,
why depress yourself,
dying in life's den.
Only cocks should crow,
dear mother-hen;
express with your eggs,
shun ink-less pen.
Luminous are thy lips,
colour-laden,
they glow but within lies
the burden;
sunlight lavishes your lawn,
miss Garden
why can't your dusky
wrinkles be hidden?
Tell the noon that twilight
awaits,
and fragrance may flare in
the air of fate;
tame your bloom when
comes a bait,
love looms when desire
snugs pseudo-hate.
Copyright © Adeleke Adeite | Year Posted 2013
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