Whistling wearily
Like a frail paupered
In hopeless jug
Little by little
Whistling strongly
Strong and storming
She outlived all
What a wind!
Now roaring
Heralding the sun rise
The second
In full-fledged windy job.
Off the lanterns
The Sun has brought all
Where are the moons
The stars
All lanterns bow
The second rise
Ploughed off
The first
This African sun
Humanitarian
Second rise again
For Dusts faces
Clothed with warm smile
Uniformly
Rapture marries Dusts
Dying for joy
Celebrating recovery
In the farm
Chaotic plants
Became weeds
Really no longer
Now happiness reigns
Through
Within the world of Dusts
The Sun is revering
Even beyond
Her shine streches
Neighbourings
And senior worlds
Fall admiring
African Sun
This rise so mystical
Is God hand
Let the second rise
Be ever best
The rises
The Dusts witness
Sulaiman Farfesan Waka
(16Feb. 2016)
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