The Flower Of Trends - Poem by Haruna Garba
Though the hands would be folded,
ears aren't pinned to the pillow forever
Though the legs would be crossed,
no one would zip up their flapping lips
Though the eyes are forced to sleep,
nobody would stuff their ears with wax
The eyes will see the peacock,
and thickly think of love:
such is the nature of budding eyes.
The ears will hear every new music,
and send every single body cell to rock:
such is the spirit of youth.
I had boarded the high-heeled shoe train,
ascended, now it is all water under the bridge
I had geared up in buggy pants,
today's withits wouldn't even know about.
I had danced well screamed disco,
jargonized language now is the order of songs.
Such a follower I happen to be-
A flower of every single sweet trend
Is it the same with you?
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