Ingrate Poem by Olawale Alomaja
Ingrate
Oh my God! What a scorching heat he lamented. He prayed for rain to douse the flame, it rained heavily with great thunderstorms and lightning. He was still smiling at the cool breeze while, he stepped out to enjoy it the more, he soiled his feet off the mud and slipped on the brownish clay. He shouted in irritation and immediately forgot the blissful atmosphere.
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