By Nehi Igbinijesu
Readily I cry sore
Staring with pepper
Perturbing both eyes
In tears of blood streaming
Snaking down amidst many lies
Hands gently smooching
My uneasy head compelling
To end the brittle knottings
Of dried palm leaves here and there
Bitten once
And twice I cried
By a bug called love
Of country, kith and clime
Reduced still to dirges
Reminiscing when I tried
Afforded by an hour
So tender yet so cruel
The firewood united burn
In clasps of harmony
With warmth and fill
Of supper on a cold tonight
Yet the smoke had left me crying!
This Poem is part of the anthology of 30 Poems titled: “Dirges of The Niger” By Nehi Igbinijesu.
