Grasp your days / Poem by Ugwu Leonard Elvis

Poem by Ugwu Leonard Elvis
 
 
Grasp your days
 
I hear chartering echoes and mumbling ghosts,
Singing to hunger, the plea of no pleasure,
Holding basket of words thrown to a prosperous dusk,
Hallowing the furrow of unrevealed revelation.
 
I hear the winter Spring the Autumn,
The dryness of the raining season dried the harmattan,
Monkeys left hurdles to banana curdles,
Men died a hallow death of impending rust.
 
Inevitable colourless doom, beautifying the homely dust,
Dropping living stones of little nose,
I hear we all have a home beneath the soil,
Grasp your days lest you live in no mind…
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