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This Chapter Is Called Happiness- a Guile
Poet: Em Em Mubarak Lawal
Sequel: after Paciolo pen saint
I rather call a spade a sword
why does the finesse of a wine
not linger on the tongue for long?
why does tears have to flow
when butterflies fill one’s belly,
and also when one could not curb
cobwebs of life from overcoming
one’s happiest moments?
Life I thought was meant to be fair
one apple broke the camel’s back
when man sold his eternal happiness
for the sweetener enshrined inside the apple
it is the puzzle of ages
as I also rest on the shore of sigh
at the top crest of Mountain Sinai
just as Moses received the ten decrees
maybe this puzzle will be solved
now that all of these rests on the rock of faith.
Copyright ©
Ismail Junaid Oluwadamilare
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