The Pain Of Death - Poem by Bamisaye Adeniran
Oh! What a pain!
The first fruit of a fruitful branch
Suddenly taken away
By the heartless one: when it was about harvest time.
All hope was one the first fruit
To kill the ageless hunger
The first fruit disappears.
Who knows where the first fruit is?
Was anyone notified before the sudden disappearance?
Oh! First fruit
Come Satisfy my hunger.
I shouted in the dark; first fruit!
I screamed in the light; first fruit!
Satisfy my hunger
And quench my thirst.
My heart is grieved
I can’t find the first fruit
The first of a fruitful branch
My heart is grieved.
Oh! Heartless one
Why have you done this evil?
You have taken the Hope of a fruitful branch
My heart is hurt
My Emotion is battered
My soul is troubled
The first fruit is gone.
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