Habib Akewusola Poet Ballade

Bus Stop Filled With Rain Drops

BUS STOP  FILLED  WITH  RAINDROPS.
In  a  glance  from  my  farm
I  see  harmattan  moving  from
Hand  to  mouth,
Like  the  trembling  stars
Without  request  before  shine.
I  am  always  on  heat
As  the  steam  from
My  cooking  steel,
Hamattan  is  this  beauty
Queen
Ready  to  freeze  every  victim,
I  bite  various  feelings
I  never  overheard  about
The  pyramid  located  in  Egypt.
Hamattan  enjoys  pleasure  at
Absence  of  raindrops,
There’s  no  town  named
Favour
Labour  brings  flavor,
I  handled  time  as  she
Was  clay  soil.
Hamattan  finds  another
Junction
You  know  material  bliss
Is  my  custom,
I  spread  around  with
No  full stop,
These  night  I  fleet  a  
Rain  drop
Rearranged  my  gator’s
Into  vapor,
My  name  was  mentioned
Among  traitors.
Rain  alone  expose  the  licking
Roof,
And  overflows  this  shallow
Pool,
Am  left  with  one  truth
Call  on  the  Great  Tool
That  service  even
The  Moon.
                                                                                            AKEWUSOLA  HABIB.

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