The Raiins Poem by Haruna Garba

The Raiins



So many parchments
Everybody own some
Manna for the people
From heavens it drops
When all is garnered
Deficit crops itself up
Miniature implements
To the minimum abide

A few stretches
A few till them
Manna for the people
From heavens it drops
When all is garnered
Surplus presents itself
Mechanized tools
To the maximum abide

The Raiins
Saturday, February 29, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: sadness
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Haruna Garba

Haruna Garba

Dagauda, Bauchi State, Nigeria
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