By Afolabi Kayode


This is not a poem
for I know not how to write one
Its from the depth of my heart
but its not meant to beautify an art
.
This is not a poem
Make of it what you will
Its not the effect of a pill
Probably a reflection of how I feel
.
This is not a poem
it might be the vision of an eye that is blind
the thoughts of a befuddled mind
Roaming to the dictates of the wind
.
This is not a poem
Its just the scribble of a pen
that can be revealed with a mien
Its only for those that can discern
.
This is not a poem
for its not as deep as the sea
with words I fail to play
the verse are quiet frail
.
This not a poem
but the drummer can decipher the utterance of the
talking drum
what this is i’m not sure
so I will let you be the judge
This is not a poem
for I know not how to write one
Its from the depth of my heart
but its not meant to beautify an art
.
This is not a poem
Make of it what you will
Its not the effect of a pill
Probably a reflection of how I feel
.
This is not a poem
it might be the vision of an eye that is blind
the thoughts of a befuddled mind
Roaming to the dictates of the wind
.
This is not a poem
Its just the scribble of a pen
that can be revealed with a mien
Its only for those that can discern
.
This is not a poem
for its not as deep as the sea
with words I fail to play
the verse are quiet frail
.
This not a poem
but the drummer can decipher the utterance of the
talking drum
what this is i’m not sure
so I will let you be the judge



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