Like a flash,
Without a trace,
Elopes to the beyond.
Infants rejoice:
Elder remorse,
Only a dunce does not know
that all tents never stand for joy.
Uprooted incisor,
The fault of the mouth.
Laughter becomes disgusting
As the rain drain chains unretained, hmmmm!
A play of passion,
A solitude
Candidature makes majority.
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I would like to translate this poem
A well texted and nicely drafted poem. Thanks for sharing Tosin.