HERE I COME

 HERE I COME

I've been disowned too😪
Give me from your ink, let me pen too
Words that make the soul wonder,
If in the land of laziness it has wander(ed)
I wish to pen and never stop,
I wish to walk in the vast land of poetry and never stumble,
I wish to fly in the land of living poets and never jam agbako,
I wish I could always pen like my scholars do,
Poetry is a work that heals the soul,
Poetry is my dream right from the hood,
I ink and make white papers blue,
And fortunately, I have no bugaboo,
I pooh pooh the idea of stop inking,
I watch my leaders the way their pens dance,
On papers that were once blank,
Penning out their hearts and awaking our souls
And here I come, hoping to touch souls,
And ink without qualms.
©Mukhtar Agbetoba
(Ibn Poetry)

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