IT'S HIGH TIME I LEFT
"It's high time I left "
Looking up into the sky
Many a star stares gloomy
And moon full with dark cloud
I raise my hand
To beat drum
And to make him
Dance and forget me
But as the sound
Of my drum starts,
He(death) looks
At me and smiles
Where my garment
Has filled with tears
Heed this! – I am a
Word like verb
But thee want me
To be added like adverb
I beseech,I can blow out
With my ear-piercing voice
And beat many drums with hands
A pair of clothes
Is being in my shrank
With physically attractive
Color like chameleon
Besides, my bone and
Skin can work
Like horse on
The field battle
Ocean of money I hold
With hundred of storey(s)
With different trillion miles of land
Neither my feet nor eyes dwell in
Cars of mine as
Countable as sand
And being aside sans
Driver to drive
For all these–
"Thy eyes are unseen"
Oh my end ends today– I Wis !
©ASO, Tijani
Innovator onilu
March 28,2023
