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THE DROWNING BIRD by Muhammad Babangida



THE DROWNING BIRD
(FOR YUSUF MAITAMA SULE)

This moment
Butterflies of sadness
Hover in million
Reciting unedited scripture
Of death
Scripture that rehearse
Tragic lines

Tonight
Sadness will light
A fire
In the palace of
Our thoughts
To turn into ashes
The remnants of our
Happiness

Tonight
Tension will whirl
Teasing our broken hearts
As we try to discard
These fertile memories
Afraid to remember a thing

MOHAMMED BABANGIDA is a Talata Mafara born radio personality (Vision FM 92.1) and an addicted Favebooker. He passionately hates Mathematics and instantly falls in love with slim and fair looking ladies.

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