Pius beeps Adamu
Pius beeps Adamu Poems
|2.||Yet We Forget.||6/6/2015|
|5.||The Day Is Over.||6/6/2015|
|6.||Let It Be Written||6/6/2015|
|9.||Where Is The Truth?||6/6/2015|
|10.||Be My Heroine O Africa||6/6/2015|
|13.||To A Dead Lad.||6/6/2015|
|15.||Dedicated To Late Mr. Matthew Adamu||6/6/2015|
|17.||Letter To A Virgin||6/6/2015|
|19.||We Are Sick.||6/6/2015|
|20.||Fall Upon Me!||6/6/2015|
Yet We Forget.
We see the sun glow like a golden orb.
Till it relinquishes its power to the moon.
Yet we forget the struggles of life.
We hear the birds singing on the boughs.
Rhythmically with no fear of death.
Yet we forget the bitter sweet melody of life..
We feel the softness of the breeze.
Caressing us in the morning with her tender hands.
Yet we forget to loose our bodies to her call.
We perceive the breath of the flowers.
Enchanting us to their beauty till they wither and die.
Yet we forget how temporary life is.
We see the high tide calming.
Bit by bit till it ...
My mother my heroic mother.
Blessèd is the womb that bore you.
For the ancestral blessings you still possess.
I stayed in you for a thousand days,
With a timid soul sensing your worth.
You contemplated either to líve or die.
With the richness of patience you waited.
Leaving everything to the arms of fate.
From a toddler to the man I have become.