Don'T Calm Your Gifts Poem by Oluwole Olawale Michael

Days after days
That my dreams keep whining
In a rolling steel
Night after night
That my shadow shew himself
In an August moonlight
My eyes have slashed the odds
Of some wryed faces
My feet tends towards the
Stunted grass of your deserted street
Giggling and smiles abreast my mouth indeed
And my gazing exclaimed on you
My shoulder remains lower
And my arms are yet to be closed
Let the rains that soothe the lilies
In the field rushed down my sun-baked bald head
Maybe provision'd be made for me
There are cries alarming in the evening serenity
If you heard don't linger
Arouse your optimism
Stood up when you're still a man alive
To generous your gifts.