Even when we dine on fiery furnace template,
Our mouth is still widen from the tales of the white solace
&also we still bless our days in his appearance.

Many days and nights are journey of different trauma,
But with him,the days metamorphose into what souls cuddle and always lost to,
For he is the healer of the world with sweet words.

But can you hold the belief of him being raptured by them?
Can you just trust yourself being succumbing to the fact of him being sprinkle like the dead leaves being released from it root?

Now many heart is being release to heat by them again,
And no one to cuddle the shivering mind again.

Although, he will be melted out
And even be thrown into the farm of forgetfulness of ours,
But we supplicate we find another son of sun
That will light our path again,
For hitherto, our head is just still lifted in vain.


Tope Ashaolu
Optimistic poet