STEPHEN IZEVBEKHAI Poems

He sat to reminisce
No brother to hold
No food to eat
No clothes that fits
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To Your garden
Garden of peace
Garden of hope
Garden of love
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A new day knocks at the door
The season is changing the tide
I saw the swallow go by
We will be back someday they say
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Oh Chibok
Looking at the sky
I stutter to pronounce thee
But my heart quake in aches
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At nightfall a new dream creeps
In cream coloured mood
To light up our minds.
A dream magnified
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