The Beauty In Sadness

THE  BEAUTY  IN  SADNESS.
As  the  leafs  still
Look  Damp,
I  prepare  for  my  yam
Farm.
Who  must  have  sold
Harm?
I  meet  this  dying  lamb,
In  midst  of  the  confused
Clan.
He  shed  tears  and  beg,
Kindly  help  my  bleeding
Legs
I  was  shocked  and  almost
Fell,
This  lamb  can  tell,
He  would  bleed  to  death,
The  lamb  is  under  my  care,
I  speck  from  the  near  by
Well,
I  searched  for  buckets
That’s  how  I  found  myself
Here .
That  lamb  needs  care,
I  can  tell  his  going  through
Hell,
Let  me  search  for  herbs  to
Cure  the  ailment,
While  you  retrace  your  steps
And  come  out  of  the  well.
                                                                                                   AKEWUSOLA  HABIB.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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