TO CUPID
Benignly! it came,
Winds down luxuriantly
In my heart,
Stricken by feelings
Which mellow without
Grudge of fretfulness.
Muffled in its tendering
Hands when the moon
Was awake.
Love!
I once longed for the day
When you will smile at my face
With your spine-tingling excitement
To sell my laurel
For a myrtle wreath
Just for a taste
Of your sublime mood of eternity.
In besot, I believed your beguiling beauty
Now you sear my heart
With your blossom,
Leaving me with a spring of reminisce
And smiles that seem akin to tears
Love!
How unjust you are to nature
With your boundless tide.
But! Why did I make this unthinkable
Pledge of infidelity?
Why did I believe your bedazzle flatters
To have committed the pretty follies
That now gouge my heart.
Oh! I played the fool.
Mad in loathing you is a waste
Of agony.
Love!
You are truly a tyrant of the heart.
By
NDUBISI.A.OTOLOKPO
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem