A cruel fellow

A rugged way he is
Who deprive motorists
Of having smooth journey

A wicked pest
Who drowns a farmer in vexation
By destroying his crops before harvest

A crying baby
Who deprives his mother
Of having a sound sleep

And a fire extinguisher
Who extinguishes
Love flames while burning

Copyright © 2006 Ahmed Salisu

Night

Night
Is when moon takes over
Rule of the sky

Night
Is when darkness
Envelopes the sky

Night
Is when stars
Canopy the sky

Night is when owls hoot
And fly free in the sky

Night
Is when hustles and bustles get burnt
And the smoke goes into the limitless sky.

Copyright © 2006 Ahmed Salisu

Morning

Yes, its morning
Cos I’ve heard the cock’s crow,
Chirping of crickets and twitter of starlings

I’ve spotted the sun,
Waking, getting set
For the days job

The grasses,
Adorned
By the early morning dew

And the cool breeze,
All out to sway
Tireless arms of trees

Yes, its morning,
Another moment
Of hustles and bustles.

Copyright © 2006 Ahmed Salisu