A Tale Of My Dream Poem by OLADEJI POPOOLA

Oh! My viable seed laid on the surface
of perfect loam in the midst of it consanguinity
I called weeds. It set forth and grew sprout,
a moment of joy! it Struggled to grow among hundred
of shoots, survival of the fittest an evolutionist tale.

Early morning I sprinkled it with water and sun
flourished it day as every man's wishes a blossom life.
It grows gradually, I arosed an irrevocable feeling, my
beautiful Rose, voiceless as dumb, and as deaf as it was,
I know when it famished.

An unimaginable day, I woke up and saw my adorable
Rose being fed by a famished goat. A devastated moment
I felt. I rumbled, and it was really a regrettable moment
for the species of Capra aegagrus. Mother swung me on my
shoulder and her aggressive voice echoed to my hear "wake up,
you lazy drone and clean up your dirty cubicle" I woke up and
found out that all was just a dream, a nightmare I called.