IF THAT IS WHAT YOU MEAN

I find myself a growing tongue
Which I am told is almost too long
Though I am not too short
And yet not old
What in haste feel so strong
As old hardly feel like young;
But haste breathes hardly strong.
Mind, hopeful be
Your dream remain not far
Like sleep which is always a cure
With sweet, sweet care.
Tongue shrink, shrink to bear!
Though things remain unclear
A step away from being unfair.


By Aminu Muhammad Hussain
(11-02-2000)



Poetry by Aminu Muhammad Hussain
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Written on 2007-07-17 at 11:36

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