I Need More Ride (Part 1) Poem by Garba Ado Ibrahim

Yesterday when i had stopped crying,
for your absence,
in my presence.
Sleep came and sympathized with me,
after he sheded,
a couple of tears,
in solidarity and concern.
He generously offered me a ride,
i rejected the offer,
of his ride,
telling him his offer;
will only worsen my situation.

And i broke into newly born,
and fresh season,
of crying with sob,
as if it was then,
i was admitted,
into the world,
as level one hundred,
stage child.
Sleep contributed,
his best crying,
with tears enough,
to float a liner,
for the second time,
later persuaded me,
to accept his offer,

There we go;
not because i like,
rather for sleep,
my friend,
solidarity and concern.
What an entertaining,
quoto of crying?

In his ride my friend,
i had a dream about her,
standing in my front,
not more than three feet,
from my standing point,
smilling and stretching,
her beautiful hands to me.
Beauty flying from her face,
like bird flying,
in cloudless sky,
in the rainy season sky,
i said to her my angel,
do you or don't you know? ...