I FALL SICK
June,2009
By Ahmad Abubakar Dr
and trembles in despair
to talk to you
tell me the secret that makes me still
think you I am not your Bed
that bequeath your rights
there was a time when you planted a seed
thy never know seed
that perishable encounter is now a rock
a mountain fixed to our world
I should not need you,If you were gentle
within the Jurisdiction encapsulated you
Being so fathered,and so husbanded ?
why say the words ?
why the time...why it revolves ?
I am on my knee and weep
"thy heart is big,get thee apart and weep
Passion.I see is catching for mine eyes
seeing those beads of sorrow stand in thine
Began to water
is thy dear coming?
...lend me your hand
..and tell me what hath chanced.
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