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Hello bosom friend
I hope you get this piece quick
oh! my bad,how do you fair?
pleasantries almost skipped my reasoning
I was told of your matrimony
From you, the seed that emanated
when you behold this thoughtful missive
and you have the whole narrative in your grip
you will unearth my heart's unfoldings
of grave grievance, no one can appease
succinctly grasp the volume of this rage
I say, read carefully through the lines
even if you have to squint through that veil
if i am to choose
between your present and past
I would say, let your past prevail
For then, I knew the essence of your smile
You weren't by hypocritical law, constrained
That face speaks of solace even ibn grimace
oh! that face speaks volume
Needless to say,you are elegant in fitted fabrics
Lost under your tutelage
You brought life to every boring cause
Your angelic beau, replicates purity of-course
You were our sunshine
Before the Arabian cowries bought you over
He came from a foreign land
And bestowed on you, a diadem
I learnt you were betrothed to an assumed cleric
The telltale notion of ardent Islamist
Raised anxiety for future occurrences
I envisaged you in this state
But won't your devotion debate
Now my memory of you is impaired
by your sudden immersion
I feel as though it's been crushed by a saw
That even while you are in front of me
I see you no more
Oh! how impelling a tenet
Evil I say
God forbid that this is of God
No!
It's a spell
From the stench of hell
That one's existence be hidden for a lifetime
To conceive a man's satisfaction
my friend
In this transition,
Did you and your aspirations converse?
How much of a communicator would you be now
Under that veil
You relegated your dreams to derelicts
Making a living in the street corners 
while you remain a descendant of vague relic
A full grown lady, covered in babygro
In those chains,inform of soft clothings
Do you find comfort or otherwise
Ode to a gracious lass i used to know
Now aloof she stands with no Identity
Please when your seed shall grow
Let her have no taste of your captivity.
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