THE BOY BY THE ROAD I

THE BOY BY THE ROAD (Part I)
He is the mirror of his own reflection
The wails of hardship and lamentation
Long curtained from his affections
The veils of which were in shadow
A pimp of his past from the window
Aligned the pains of a widow
Played from his memories in book
A tail from which the world must look
The pot where burns and pants are cooked
The enjoyable suns he trod
Eating from stones and rods ……….
And several chores too odd
A page earlier to read
The rhythmic chorus he heeds
From one head to another head
To guard his empty tummy

Written by
Muhammad Abdullahi B.