Passerby Poem by Al Ameen Shuaib Assayouty Ologele

passing by the aisle
heard a Nightingale voice
to orient, I see
a pristine face
vomiting the statement
how are you?

my body began to feel turbulence
by eyes became overwhelmed
scoping at a gorgeous mistress
then my heart became delirious.

when I hear her voice
my heart repeatedly beats
seeing her face elated
I will be exalted
then it gives the commencement
of connoisseur.

but my heart is full
with scary
for what the answer
of the mistress will be
hoping not to be homeless in
her heart.

for me to over give
it translate me as a chicken
who lack courage
I shall make my translation
stalwart and doughty
that is for a man
who oath to be prosperous.