Awakening Sorrow Poem by Hassan Abubakar Olamilekan

Died, long time ago,
The ruthless grief.

Rejoicing we, in a
Plantation of laughter.

Freely, we danced around
Like a worriless mosquito.

With a peaceful mind, we sleep
Like a new born baby.

After many years in smile
Like a festival of farmers.

Crawled in, to our innocent town,
The reincarnation of grief.

Both trousers and skirts
Were running, for their treasures...Life.

But me, I can't, because
The awakening sorrow, wake
In my helpless room.

Hassan Abubakar Olamilekan
Mystery PEN ✍️.