Where Is Thy Vow? Poem by Gbolagade Taiwo

To his gong,
I sing my song,
Like the Nile my tears prolong,
At twilight I weep ding dong


My optic water is turning to a river
Every morning my heart is made to quiver
I don't know whether to love is a fever
To his call I dare not say never
Have I ceased to be your diva?


Polish, I refuse to be
Fermented I am by this thing called culture
You became the vulture that torture'
This love of yours is becoming a bee
Because of love I pretend for the world to see
My inner being became an egregious bird on a tree


Unto you I give my all
As a gift you whip me straw
Each time the sun's strength subdue,
My Carrefour is whether all I want is you

The putridity of your pouch,
Is used to punch me in and out
The world becomes deaf even as I shout
Even if your stand is full of pounce,
I am not a ball that you can bounce


A glance at the time you say ‘I do',
Twitch me away from believing it's you
If this be what the world mean by love,
Then my lorry heart must rove


You are the pie-dog of the beau monde
The runny water of my oculus become vagabond
Your words are miasmic to my ears
I will ‘pray' for you with my tears


This line is crossing my neck
You are here with your hands on deck
Your eyes at south even as I shriek
Please! Try to check,
Even underbelly is not your will,
Just your glance will give me thrill


Should I say my source is turning me to sauce?
At this juncture I need a pause
You came to them to vow as love
You promised to bequeath the whole of you
Here I am with my Limpopo eyes
I ask you now!
Where is thy vow?