I Cried Poem by Usman Ishaq

I CRIED

I cried for the thing I crossed
I regretted since the time I passed the cross
I jubilated after I mingled but with stress
Then I was urged to avoid recklessness.

That day brother was Monday
Bewildered was the heart of all and sundry
People mish mashing from each way
With a lot of fury that darkened that day.




Beside the bus station we alighted at,
Black skeleton of motocycle
Competed with inky tricycle
In adorning the city street.

Am we moved