Haruna Garba

Gold Star - 8,316 Points (February 12,1958 / Dagauda, Bauchi State, Nigeria)

Drenched Cock - Poem by Haruna Garba

Brother, we didn't hear you
Each inch of our trip to dawn
Did you really wail your siren?
Perhaps you only muttered it
So we didn't hear you
This day about to be reborn

We didn't hear you
Did you really vociferate your siren?
I know you'd say yes
Oh but yester evening
You were caught in a downpour
And had your usual mighty voice, impaired
Deep now stuffy and rusty
Your charismatic raiment not spared too?

Alas! Lost have you last night
To the eastern suitors who pursue from afar

To the hearing of the widows
The elderly singer has been a flop
Dropped to the stakers from the south

In the divorcees' ears
You haven't told a presence
But the eloquent forest singers


Good recipients-
Yester night, the expectants
Have received wooers from all corners
Excepting yours of the north

They were fed strong lyrical notes
Could yours be an elderly lullaby?
Certainly your star has started to stunt

Topic(s) of this poem: sadness

Form: Blank Verse


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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 5, 2016

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 22, 2016


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