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.