Garba Inuwa Poems

In his short pants
And a long stick
Running here and there
Trying hard enough to be
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If you are kind
I will only ask for your love
Your trust
Your humbleness
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in the course of time.here inside
my pocket can be cool
and hot as well
to hurt my pants
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It is like appearing simple
Just like a shirt that’s sampled
Right, you’ll be out in jungle
Tormented, demeaned less than human…
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A man whose affection
Has no measure,
He’s as valuable as
a precious stone.
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in the far north
where the we..
refers to me..
and the name in me..
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He's an oldman
a truely wise man
whose ision rolls
the years like a dice
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Here's a damsel
whose raving beauty
is adnired by all
who cast his eyes
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Why so timid?
And lack Confidence,
Shrinking like a shilly-shally;
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In the night behind the door
with the house so quite
mortals asleep
a call echoed
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