Life Poem by Yusuf Kabirat Titilayo

Some call it a war to be conquered,
Others view it as being complicated.
As an infant sets his toes into thee

So do struggles viciously pelt him,
And the tempest begin.
To stop the wind will be his struggle,
Till his last breath,
Will he fight the war.

It accommodates joy
And never derelicts sadness
As they operate intimately.
For what it wishes to be will be.

Tricky with it movement
For it can never be understood,
When to strike,
What to strike
And why it strikes.

To understand its mystery
Is beyond beings
As it has been made superior over them.


But with these,
It succumbs to destiny,
Faith display its salients role
While mortality blunt its callous claws.