Liftimi Poem by Dr. Ibrahim Lawal Soro

Verily, lifetime is nothing but a word
It may be sweet and sour
At the same time
It is colourful
White, black, and green

This is life

A clock on the tower of our days
It clicks in our hearts
With an art, science, and tecnology
We wipe it

Steadily

Life goes blind in the hand of passion
Life breathes
As if the dictions of our poetry

Metaphorically

We die more than thrice in a day
For a departure of our souls
For the absence of our deerlings
For their betrayal

We die

With a blink of our hearts
With a maturity of our arts

We die

For a cessation of our time
This is very inspiring
Living for a boxes of time
With lime
And sometime
With happiness
On our line

Mostly

On the line of our foes
Life goes clean on our sight
We don't how chaostic was it

In the setting of their life
Human beings vary
In confronting their existence
On the axis of life
Some with tears
Some with smiles
Some with the words arranged in an unsual way
That we call poetry

And

Poets see life in its colourful gowns
With its winter and forests
With its summer and rivers
With its spring and seeds
With its autumn and foods

Life is a treasure hunt
With a strong clue we win it
With a ceaseless supplication
In our prayers and outside it
We struggle to stay peaceful in coma
And sometimes
Awake with a friendless depression

Lifetime comes after this word of 'being'
Life ends with said word with or without the choice
Of its victim.

This life that we enjoy with debts
This life that we suffer with wealth
This life that we pass tiptoeing on our pains
This life means nothing but to worship your creator
With a total love and submission
What a mission an emission of lifetime!

It goes smoothly with silence
A powerful silence of limitless actions

It goes successfully with knowledge
An effective knowledge
That gives our hearts its comfort

It goes happily with fulfilment
That eternally builds our ralationships
In passion.

© Dr. Ibrahim Lawal Soro
03.09.2023 C.E