By Biodun Tunde
O! beautiful morning,
am happy to see you again,
hope you don’t hold the world
at the edge?
hope you are not feeling elusive of
the word or mine, not the world of thine
called a symposium meeting, that was synoptic
to every nature.
let the rain waters my heart;
because i hate to love a swank,
but am happy been with a meek.
i have no one to tells what makes
tears turned my eyes to home,
i have no one to tell what
makes everyone to consolidate me.