Whims

Never, sometimes did I thought,
that I have broken to parts,
a fun, which part is gone?,
to oblivion?,
I learnt that the,
world is now funny,
quarters and pedestals,
filled with such perfume,
and zest,
then, is that my might,
would it be justified?.

Bamanga Bashir
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