Abubakar Mohammed Musa | + Follow Poet |
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For a Year

About some bundle of days
Back, I lived a life of unforgettable days
Because many things happened.
I collided with a single living matter
That jousted me in many ways,
Defeated me and dazed me in many ways,
She used many techniques
Just to see me demolished.
Of course she accomplished
Her plots and started another
Plans in which she used tulips
On her tongue just to allur me on her lips.

The plans she designated perpetuated
In owning me to her cobwebs she wove
Just to let my legs and hands loomed
With the cobwebs' fabrics.
Her name became a demon to my senses,
Everytime I motion, each of everyone of my joints reacts by her demons.
I had no rest in mind and freedom
In my daily activities.

The days we wiped away
Living together with her were just
In counting; just for a year because
I can remember the poem I wrote
Which I titled as ''My new year''.
I elucidated everything that were
Swimming within my blood explicitly
Without concealing anything tightly.

She displayed crocodile smiles to me
And also she clouded and depicted
Her face with crocodile tears.
She informed me that I was
Ever living Man that showed her
True love on earth.
She also pasted some illusional gratitude
On her tongues and blew it to me mercilessly without meditating what would happen to me.

Anytime she was absent I used to feel
Uncomfortable in any face; be it heartly
Or externally.
I wished I was with her everyday just
To wipe away the miseries that were
Dancing and performing their hearts' desires,
But she had never wished a day for us
To encounter, everyday reasoning that
She had no time and chance for it.

I was always in pronouncing her name
Just to quench the thirsty in my bones,
The bones that were always in need of
Her love marrow so that they might robustly thrived.
The thrived that expected thriving
In getting a life partner perpetually.
The perpetuation I wished would be
For best to my off-springs.
The off-springs I loggerthroated for them
To be glad of with,
So that they will be loving and caring
For every girl that will be entitled with her name.

I didn't know how I selected her
As my tag in every activities of my life.
I stuck her name in many of my fields
Like there would no any bolt of departure
Will escaped through our amidst.
I'll fix this year in my field of record
As a year of overwhelming, frustration,
hatred, regret, ulcer, diabetes, paralyze,
in fact arthritis.
I'll never forget with this year
That threatened me as not to try
In engaging in love with any girl.

Copyright © Abubakar Mohammed Musa | Year Posted 2019

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