Nostalgic Poem by Adedamola Quadri Adeniyi

NOSTALGIC

I miss the chirping of the bucolic crickets,
I miss the rustic breeze that pierce my poe
I miss touching and sucking grandma's breast,
I swear by heaven, I miss home...

The brutal bites of the Kotonkon insects,
Reminds me of my beloved land.
The fascination of our maidens
Will never make me forget motherland
I swear by heaven, I miss home..

I miss walking with Alone in the jungle,
I miss my chat with the pigeons
I miss diving fearlessly in the rivers
I swear by heaven, I miss home...

I miss reminiscing besides the moon,
Touching it head and telling it tales.
I miss the ancient Iroko tree at the field
I miss my princes and my princesses
I miss being with my bloods
I swear by heaven, I miss home...

My pen bleeds for this poem,
For it speak of the pains that struck my heart
Nostalgia is a disease of the soul.

I miss being with you,
I miss being with her,
I miss being with them,
I miss us being us
I swear by heaven, I miss being at home.

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