Lost Sheep
I can’t smile
When my heart is sorrowful
I can’t help
When my mind is vague
I can’t dream
When my life is vissionless
Oh! my creator
When will my heart be happy?
Oh! my God
When will my mind be hopefully filled?
Oh! my diviner
When will my life be alive?
May be,
When my lost sheep is returned to me
Safely and alive
Then I smile
And my heart is happy.
Copyright © Nurudeen Olaniran | Year Posted 2014
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