Hassan Abubakar Olamilekan

World of poetry is hard to live,
Pen is huge like a pillar to hold.
The ocean of ink is so wide to swim,
Creating imagery is a big task,
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When was the last time
You gave a helping hand?
When was the last time
You shown up a kindness face?
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The rain found crying in the sky
Sadly, not even a drop touched the Earth.
Everywhere was wet but our roofs were dry
With absent of rain, how can our land give birth?
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A mountain of pain, was laid
Mercilessly, on top of my heart,
And a bullet of grief, was fired
Brutally, at my week soul.
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Our eyes were covered,
With webs of deceits.
Where our voices lost their voice,
To the handsof two-faced souls.
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How do you want us
To forget, that gloomy,
Crummy, cloudy day, that
Bolted with our brothers' blood?
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Several years in pain,
Alone in a dreadful jungle,
No roofs to go back to.
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Died, long time ago,
The ruthless grief.

Rejoicing we, in a
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I am a dark poet
With grievous heart.
Severe pain is what runs
In my veins,
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M- Mountainous love, I get for you, Ife mhi.
O- Optimize my heart, as it beats for you.
R- Remember me always, in your daily mind.
E- Elighten your brain, with my name, Ayo.
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Don't look for me,
I've lost my toes in the wood,
Where no man can reach
Nor the woman with wings.
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Give them a chance
To rise their voices,
Give them a speaker,
Let them pour out their mind.
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Stay with me until;
The bell in my mouth
Can't ring anyone.
The smile on my lips
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Terrible sorrow awoke
Silent the mouths in the household
By firing the helpless heart.
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My next door neighbor, Mr smile
Is my sunflower, and midnight moon,
He bright up my days' giggle,
And light up my nights' candle.
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