Transgression Poem by Folayemi Akande

A Maiden's Plight: Master's Reply

Shall i be kindle as dew on a leaf,
Let thy transgressions ride up'n my pride?
If thou wilt set thy hope atop a cliff
Perhaps I'd be more temperate with my bride.

Thou've termed me a sea that is raged with tide,
And a boy whose thought wanders as a flood.
Counsel me, o thou, for I'm just a child;
Good counsels that i may forever laud.

Thou falsel' laud thyself as meek a sparrow,
But here is ill manner that thou possess,
For thy tongue is as shrewd as an arrow,
That's poisoned and unleashed to heir distress

Counsel me, o thou, if thou well too know,
That thy transgressions might be all time low.