Village Way Poem by Ibrahim Lawal Soro

Village Way




am writing this poem
when the class i entered is dark

the lesson makes it like a moon

the pen i wrote with is mighter than the sword

the question they asked
are simple like the girl i love

the desk they sat are ships

no noise like shadow beneath a wonderful bridge in a
stream

the board i was writing is watery
an eyes of my beloved
pen
as white as the sky's frame

an atmosphere of the air in the said class
its habit
it is of shameful
listeners in the class i was teaching
the wisemen
their food
which is wisdom

few are they
wise in the various
cupboard,
submission
attention
and listening
the pride of the pupils
before me right now!

On my toes i sat
without a mat
am kindly so fat
i ete meat enough
like lion in charisma
or skyish
and mind of mine is. 

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Ibrahim Lawal Soro

Ibrahim Lawal Soro

Zandam, Gwaram, Jigawa State, Nigeria.
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