Abiku Poem by Joshua Adeyemi

Coming and going,
Like the wave of the sea.
Whom by the pride of her governing,
Rushed back to the brim of the sea.


Thou will be a-sight,
To the toddler of a clock.
Whom by the force of his vice.
Smuggle around like the flock.


The joy whom you brought,
Spread tears on our physiognomy.
Thy evil tidings and it sorts,
Depressingly elated our hungry worries.


I heard you said in our dialogue:
'I belong not to this clumsy axis'.
But if that tends thy monologue,
Then, by hell, tarry in your so called axis.
Than emerging with thy trumpet,
To blow mischieveful joy ln our inlet.


Come not again, thou vessel of mischief.
Stop gallivanting like the toddler of the sea.
Art thou idle in thy so called axis?
That wandering about is the next thing you conceive?
If come again art thou with our joy to arrest,
Then howl will i at the celestials that you be arrest.

C.2017