Would you still love me,
But hold, have you ever loved me at all?
Say,
if you ever had trembled for me
With what little ardent affection,
Pray tell,
Would you still love me?
Would you-
When the world is ending-
Put my life above yours?
Pray tell, if I ask you to
Stay by me uncomplainingly
To follow me into the dark,
Would you still love me?
Would you
Visit me in jail?
Talk to me through a pane of glass
Pray tell, if I ask you
To put your hand up against it
Mine on the other side,
Would you still love me?
Would you still love me,
if I lost myself completely
Spit a dozen pretty rhymes
Pretend it’s poetry
Walk, talk, act like I am supposed to be?
Hey,
You in that mirror there staring at me.
Pray tell,
Would you still love me?
14/12/18
Edward Ibeh
Time entombed, a negative
film, showing the
white bones of
a black moon.
I am surprised, how
a jungle of humanity, lives
with predators?
uncomplainingly.
A lost genre will find
new syllables to start a
heliographic script to
make history.
There has to be some
reason, in the lamb days
to become a wolf.
Satish Verma
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