Someone wrote to a poet:
“Who’s given you the pen that you write nicely?
At times about love and hatred,
Adventure and misfortune
Past, present and future
Nature and its contents
It makes me wonder
They often go astray
But we find them in books, journals, scripts, newspaper and pamphlets
How will the pen look like?
If I get the chance, I will steal it from you”
The poet replied:
“It is a pity; you cannot steal anyone of them
They all lie on my table
Following the dictates of my heart, mind, ears, nose, mouth, eyes and hands
Even if you do steal anyone of them,
You may not know how to use it”
OLANIYI G. AKANJI
© 2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent. One IIT student once asked me the same question. I replied the same. Great write. Thanks for sharing.