Their is a golf between the soul and HIs spiritual
The fire flies, the night fairies sings of imminent
But yet vague is the landmarks of emotional
The Holy city of faith.
This body, oh cosmic vehicle that starves..
The soul within craves,
The spirit thirsts for the living springs of soul's
For the Love song's potion will not heal the void!
» Olugbenga Itunu Ogunderu
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem