Contoversy Poem by Garba Inuwa

As a small baby
No one seems to be sorry
Even when my heart is heavy
Or the mind seems to be wary
For my world is such a fake

None could care
That a pat so mere
At the back could be so dear
And could bring me near
Or even a smile than a cake

Who will come to you
When your heart refuses you
And your heart deny you
A chance to make you
A love and mar you

As the mango ripen
My desire deepen
As my chances sleep-in
And the right not given
So my life got rotten

Life is not so certain
Love is just like curtain
When it fails you feel certain
That the lost has reason
As your heart got even

How could it so real
To meet the ordeal
How can you be so mean?
All the love and the deeds
All the caring and the deals

Lost hope, lost love
Lost pride, devoid of a price
And a lost bride.