THE ONUS!
The lane way,
Making passers-by lethargic,
Thorns which maim the heart.
Felling liken morose,
Causing pandemonium,
Tho to the heart.
A science itself,
But flout the law,
Idiosyncratic? sure as fate.
Love is the credence,
Grueling arranged bravely,
Like grove of trees.
Love is blameless,
Thinking of who, who?
Lovers? mayhaps.
A glimpse of fact,
Change a diabolical devise,
Which consecrate eyes of beholder.
© Isa Salisu
Making passers-by lethargic,
Thorns which maim the heart.
Felling liken morose,
Causing pandemonium,
Tho to the heart.
A science itself,
But flout the law,
Idiosyncratic? sure as fate.
Love is the credence,
Grueling arranged bravely,
Like grove of trees.
Love is blameless,
Thinking of who, who?
Lovers? mayhaps.
A glimpse of fact,
Change a diabolical devise,
Which consecrate eyes of beholder.
© Isa Salisu