DATES WITH FATES
From the hands of
fates,
Gifts I hate.
With torrents of tears
That won’t abate,
I hastened to
dream.
It’s time to be
late:
I gazed at the skies
Wondering where lies
the gate.
Now my tongue
Touches new taste
And I witness my
testament.
Living fresh a date.
.....an excerpt from the book 'MIND MANTRA' by OLADOSU MUBARAK...
Oladosu Mubarak writes for and broadcasts at the UNILORIN BULLETIN
and UNILORIN FM respectively.
Oladosu Mubarak writes for and broadcasts at the UNILORIN BULLETIN
and UNILORIN FM respectively.
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