If a poet can take
a pen within a frame
of simple breath and
sketch for a prize,
he's not too sure
his time can muse
him a chance and
a paper prize.
yet he has no
dough to pay for a trip
and all the chances do slip
away out of his fingers-mind,
some poets are weak
their weakness is meek
by using their pen
in composing poems
not to take some
vacation trips
but to pass a message by.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting composition of words, Garba Inuwa... I like your style... I have to think harder to find different meanings in your words...