In the year of the locusts...
Before the children,
...long before the children were ever made free.
Adaobi saw Raufu,
Liked Raufu,
Wanted Raufu.
But!
(Our aged but!)
The king came and a decree gave
Love was a phenomenon only understood by the gods and heroes.
Family and Money a good marriage made...
And Adaobi became Yusufu's.
Raufu went on to become the village laborer.
Adaobi birthed beautiful girls
And then some boys.
Replete in the occasional happiness children bring mothers...
In societal acceptance and dictates.
She was well married;
Completeness was not a word!
It should remain un-declared from the lips of young ones.
Love...
In all its over-stated glory remains
A phenomenon other-worldly.
...and Raufu, the village laborer
Of a broken heart died...still, who cares!
Love... In all its over-stated glory remains A phenomenon other-worldly. ...and Raufu, the village laborer Of a broken heart died. A very sad love poem. liked the emotions you pictured. thank you very much. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful narrative love poem, well articulated and nicely penned in poetic diction with conviction. A good poem depicting bliss of love - a delicious blend of romance and money (and sex) , that sets love on a voyage of pure bliss. Thanks for sharing Adeola. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.