Olaniyan Kehinde writes a heartfelt poem.
THE NIGHT
In the reign of night
Time wears thick gloomy cloak
In a bid to mourn the death of day
And bid the glowing sun farewell
Sometimes we join the grievous elegy
Singing solemnly in melodious laments
Nursing the grudges of blind darkness
Which glue its veil on our radiant faces
In the reign of night
When sleep softly sings it lullaby
Each grip of cold is beat
Every stroke of warmth is pleasure
Sometimes in the reign of night
As the snake creep into the hut
So the burglar may gently stride in
To raid, rape, and wreck the house
The night is but a coward
Whom the gentle moon can strip unclad
For the little ones to cluster like stars
And enjoy series of elder’s tales
Even lovers employ the night reign
Dashing their shames against its scary face
As they wallow in the pool of pleasure
While the night watches like a slave
Night! Oh night!
Prepare ye therefore
For sooner the day shall rule
Everyone shall cry the night dirge away
When the florescent bulb smiles
@ OLANIYAN KEHINDE
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