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Poem: And I Wrote it For You…Weep not

By: Ikwuagwu Osita Victor   In the beginning was the word, Now are these words-WEEP NOT.   Men know themselves when not ripe, And you come. And they deposit you in a bin. ….…..Weep not……….   Nations love war; War hate…

Poem: Phantom Pain

By: Paris Hughes I dodged mirrors after the surgery, Would even wrinkle my eyelids in a tight Squeeze near glass, not ready to view The twisted limb, to know why the pinched Nerves pushed out cries and curses in darkness.                 Months…

Poem: On My Deathbed

By: Adesina Idris My death is near It is sure and certain That out of this bed I shall not get! But A lot I have to say Yet I say so little! The world I met In peace But…

Poem: Innocence!!

By: Adesina Idris D. Its innocence Undisturbed Unpertubed By the turbulence Around it! A child’s innocence! Peaceful is its sleep Smiles on its lips Troubles escaping it Oblivious of the upheavals Roaming in the adult world! A child’s innocence! Soon!…

Poem: Nazneen

By: Somrita Urni Ganguly (You’ve read the Laila-Majnu story, have you not? This one is slightly different. The poet wrote it after Majnu was lost to her.) Laila uttered Qais’s name like a prayer every night – his face was the blood…

Poem: Scattered in the Absent Wind

  By: Fredrik Zander Estranged by adorers, Scattered in the absent wind; This vacuum is a bird of prey. Too late for the news of the world; Too soon for the fascination Strangers bring to light. “Could there be tomorrow”, I…

Poem: Unvacuumised

By: Fredrik Zander I can’t remember the name of the game; I just remember to wear and to bear My shame, In someone else’s name.   To see apart from a point of view, Try develop a photograph Of dew, For…

Poem: The Peace of a Child

By: Bamgbose Gabriel   In perfect peace She sleeps after being Coaxed with tender palms And lulled with soothing rhymes… …..The peace of a child She smiles from her dream Exposing her toothless Alveolar ridge, turning Several times to find A…

Poem: It’s about to rain

By: Bamgbose Gabriel   The trees dance As the heavy wind whistles Like an umpire in the green field Opening the long-awaited march It’s about to rain The hackles of the firmament Has risen, risen and ready To vent their anger…