Forgotten Art Poem by Haruna Garba

Time dissolves good things
It blurs those masterly paints
Creative words put together
These utterly kills it does

Shata's architecture is being lost
Mastery of comma and full stop
Impossible rhythms hatched out

Kwairo's products utterly parked
Strong rhythms rhyming well
These are now left for the birds

Naranbada not even talked about
Metaphor and simile missed out
Don't know what is being missed

Ishola of all Apala architecture
Strong, rhythmic and masterly
Western wind smooth buries him