Pointlessness Poem by Imaobong Igwe

Counting the stars in the sky?
Pray morning never comes
If you dere to succeed
Pray nature should endure
Or rather, let night reoccure
And morning be excused
And may fairy tale turned reality
Cos only in their land could such be found
With wirld wind in the south
The north should not refrain
And love should go to prey
While I fast and pray

The words of poets are foolish
To the ears of an ignorant
The symbol of Love should not be the heart
Rather the eye
Neither should sun stands for light
Less the moon may be slight
And to the thousand ears
That chose to hear
Love lies under the shadows
Which men trampled upon
And children fed on
In the loving hands of their Mothers
With no regrets but with much expectations
As if night would never return

Wish I could cut the wings of love
And pray it never grows again
For like birds, it flows away
With a twinkle of an eye
And never returns like Orpah

What the heart desires
Hands can't touch
Nor could ears speak
Things the hand can't say
Oh! Stop counting the stars
Lets talk of Love
Or lets talk of life
Or the war in Iraq
For stars are countless
And morning can't be excused
Lets not dwell in the foolishness of our hearts
For all is pointless
The stars, who can count?
And love, who knows it colour?
But war, I've heard of it terror
And life, I've felt it pain.