Night Cold Poem by Isiaq Nasirdeen Tinuola

What kind of night was it? I don't know
Her lamp was brighter like a daily clown
Twinkling the starts in cloud adobe
That made bodies so cool and calm,

I guess the night was not an early May,
Shivering my body was, never stay
To the weather that come with unknown night,
And my body was crying for fire to come.

All thanks to her who wrapped me up,
As the cold arrested my pity for little lamb
And for the beggars in icy clay
The cold made it a terrible day