My Lost One Poem by Kareem Azeez

AN EPIC POEM

What sweet bitter sorrow I see?
You are the star that bloom,
When there is no hope.
You fly flags of love,
Where ever you find yourself.
Though your days are numbered,
You maketh me whom I am.
Making claws of jealousy fill your enemies.


Curse, bless me now, I pray,
Before wicked fate turn you away from me.
As they name the sky their own,
Making time chisels away bits of your memories.
Father, forgive them for they know not what they do.
Up to Paradise, your stay.


Written by --UGWA FAVOUR KALU.