Ode to Broker
I grope gossips
and chamois if chargrin
and sense like there is forlorn
and there is gruff and chide
oh! if love be a centre
of human life and existence
why call for cracks and grudges?
why profane like a night waves?
can it behold to make excuses?
to haunt and hallow ever?
what contagion is a nightmare contempt?
what conspiracy and blue contest?
what went wrong last blue?
or could it be a factor of woe or foe?
or still it be contemporary air to so rely?
to seize and hold , ay! to damage?
oh! Broker tell me when love
has tis become flame?
that thou is blind to reason
at least to answer imagination
suppose there is a trick
like there is a supposition
suppose there is false
and implication to act
now, tell me the leaving
the unimpaired or the unsuspected for get
thanks be to process of law
for it could never allow
so is a problem of a
Copyright © Bamanga Bashir | Year Posted 2021
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