YoungBen Ulebor

Rookie (29th of February / Delta State, Nigeria.)

Harmattan - Poem by YoungBen Ulebor

Sahara desert is coming with its dry wind
Dry wind that desiccates the skin
See it come with its cold wind
Cold wind that makes oil sleep in tin

It comes to dry the lips
To force the lips to tear
Then the tongue licks the lips
To reduce its burden to bear

Sahara desert is here with its moistless wind
Our fields are loosing its fresh foliage
Our moist soil is now arid and drained
It makes all things look its old age

The young wrinkles like the old
And their future old nature unfold

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 6, 2010

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