The Lonely Kid Poem by Mohammed Abideen Oluwalonsola
The Lonely Kid
From the infant hood;
i know not my creator,
nor my ancestors; nor who i am
On the broken floor i laid my bed,
all alone i enjoy my sleep;
with bugs and rats
dominant friend i had
What kind of person i am?
i don't even know;
except that am a human;
nothing more than being human
My relations; i had none
except for those man and
woman in my dream;
seems to be.
my relations; i had none except for those man and woman in my dream; seems to be. Life is a mystery.
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