Joseph Oladehinde Ibikunle

Freshman - 562 Points (31 of July 1988 / Alagbado, Lagos.)

I Borrowed From Sorrow - Poem by Joseph Oladehinde Ibikunle

I bow my heart in its furnace
And I put the ink upon a tablet.
Though it hurts, what a menace?
A brim'd head - an empty pocket.
I know all men are destined to doom,
I remain placid for it's everybody's calamity.
Even death, terror and sorrow, I assume
Are all glaring signs of our ephemerality.
My destitution caused me distress,
By its virtue, a heavy humiliation.
But my heart doth hope express
And my existence an appreciation.
I know of contentment without resentment.
With my little, I am poor forsooth.
But all wealth and riches in expedient
Shall one day perish with its loot.
I have learnt to be gentle in pain,
Force out smiles and be honest though.
Exigencies, anxiety and ecstasy are vain;
So, I remain undauted with my throe.
I subsist and tramp'd through my traverse,
My travail and zeal and passion loiter.
I learn from teachers on field diverse,
Yet, poverty taught me better.

Topic(s) of this poem: lamentation

Form: Lament

Comments about I Borrowed From Sorrow by Joseph Oladehinde Ibikunle

  • Okoye Charles Chukwudi (2/15/2013 8:06:00 PM)

    The last line is sublime....Yes, Poetry taught us better! (Report) Reply

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  • Gajanan Mishra (2/2/2013 4:51:00 AM)

    poverty taught me better. good. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 2, 2013

Poem Edited: Sunday, March 5, 2017

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