Muideen Lanre Dauda

Truly love transcends all ages

If not, noble's son would not refute his wealthy pot
And live in scanty roof with lowly maid
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The riddles of certain policies

Policies were once, like the sweetness of fruit,
Which were all filled with flavour…
But now these policies seem like a sailor,
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I don't know how to thank you-
So I could not say thank you,
But I will say, you are second to none
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You are half of my soul

You and I my dear,
We have two bodies,
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This house is a baker's oven;
Even I'm the cake inside the tin-
Whilst difficult for the breath to be taken often,
As the words stink like dead body
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Inks spit on the papyrus like gushing water
Scribbling like wobble legs of teaser
Its messages like lunatic murmurings
No one could benefit from its simmerings
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I never believe,
I could find the lost heart-
Which I had lost in the sea of hopelessness;
The heart which lost to a terror experience
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If you plant here, you will reap there
A tormence, dips humanity into devil canal
A mishaping ideology fretting the human brows
The real name has changed by greedy cannibals
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Oh! What kind of rain is this?
As its pattering bruised me like sword wound,
Gnashing my teeth like man who regrets his wrong-doings

When I stood inside it to take the comfort of heaven,
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Who says that one’s life is a pleasure?
This might be true for a select few.
If you want to know:
Life is a cave full of chitchat.
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Off I go.
I see the birds twisting their feathers.
As, they listen to the songs of leaves,
Singing with a platonic air
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I love her, but I don't know if I really do.
Each time our eyes meet at the verge of shyness.
Strangely, I feel like a dried flower resuscitated by water.
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I don't know love
Yet, I believe in love.
I believe in love
Yet, I don't know how to enjoy it.
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Should I call you an angel or soul-winner?
For feeling the breeze of your breath-air
Hushing warmly through my cold soul-

Your thumping chest will become my tomb-
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There he sat with folded arm
Hum hum with his bolted mouth
All lucks deserted his farm
For all he knew, was to fail his math
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Woman is a weaker vessel
Should hold like kings jar
Else she might shatter
The world wont marvel
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I heard its gentlemanly noise
Over the hills it passed
Made its way abruptly through the greenish forest
Echoically it rumbled and boomed
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