Haruna Garba Poems

I am not alone
There must be two of us
Company though
As unreal as is real
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Here were they sat before the returned tourist
Here were they listening to the tales of abroad
Friends, relatives and the paupers of the land
By and large, yes men to tales of the Big shot
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The mating season is back
The puppies have grown fangs
And the guards have felt overstretched,
Have hibernated for eleven months
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Like veteran of Vietnam in Afghanistan
Struggle is dear Steve's cherished business
Here's one who takes passion in hotspots
Here's one who goes exploring the winters
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There is no eloquent talker like him
No convincing speaker like him
No assuring conman like him
Dream of all dreams!
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Here is the pool
dangled before the novice fool
and pressed by pride,
in he will plunge
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Fresh and scarcely visible
when the dump breath of the earth lives her
It soars heavenward
but as it gets exhausted enroute
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Promised fair bath of sunlight
the stem urges the branches to fly the leaves
Promised clouds and rainfall
the stem urges the branches to fly the leaves
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Old legacy you have so cherished,
and determined to be identified by
good as it is, ideal as It seems to be,
you need to trudge with care
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Born monkey, mischief is born
Neither branch nor leaf is left alone
to peacefully sway with the rhythm of wind
Neither the farm nor the farmer is left alone
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