I thought you got the key,
Come now though,
To unlocked the lock,
Come now and then
I must write a poem
For thy praise,
Little bird!
Do not go alone,
Look upon the sky!
Soon i will paste thy
name,
Under a noble sigh
I saw a weep,
Under a hospitable shade,
There we met,
On an air
There is a net,
Little bird!
Do not loose
Your sight, alright
Gasp slowly then,
Rain a word of love
Since, you are poet,
Line up a huge lines
for me,
Though, in a war
Your pen is sword,
On a single rail
Your legs as a tail,
Before an authentic dawn
Your face is light,
Beneath your chest
The heart and art,
With your lovely
hands
My son is yours,
Little bird!
Am feathered now
Am strange
Like the dew,
Few are they
Now,
True lovers
Could not make
Deceitful beeps,
Little bird!
To fly i want,
To write i hope
To be a lighted-pen
Like those friends,
I dont know myself
But, a slave was i
Need paradise,
For it i does cry
For it holds my wife.
(dedicated to my faithful wife)
24 feb 2013.
Ibrahim Lawal Soro
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/little-bird-30/
