The gullible self that wandered in the thick of me
Cuddled every thread of mere exotic feelings
That steal through me from every face I see
Hence I shrunk like buds of thirsty seedlings

I thought happiness was gloved somewhere
Within the hazy faces men choose to show
Thus melancholy fumed and lurked elsewhere
In the torn heart of me that longed to grow

And like some rain droplet that washed away
A speck of dirt from a whitish stone in Summer
A lonely journey into the heart of nature a day
Apprised me happiness only seeks a self-drummer

Hence I marvel Sol as he swims across the sky
Unleashing pulchritude into the expanse of space
And smiling jovially as he merrily glides by
Groping not for happiness in earth or moon’s face

Like bees, like daffodils, like lonely seas
Like all of nature in her lustrous green
Like Haven’s angels whom no mortal sees
The sun has found unbroken happiness within

He beams in glee as he traverses the firmament
Keeping existence in extant rocks of yore
Harbouring Moon and Earth in his resplendent garment
Whose absence would render Life a bleeding sore

He cares not of earth’s scorn or moon’s love
He hearkens not to praises of cosmic kings
He’ll come smiling like a Gambian dove
Early every morn, drumming and dancing as he sings

Today, I beam, like Sol of nature does
For blessing all that which comes my way
Neither good nor bad from friends or foes
Can take my this innate happiness away


Categories: PoemPoetry


Elijah studied English in University Of Ilorin. He has ardour for writing poems and short stories; he has over a hundred pieces in these genres to his name. He nicknamed himself "Germane" as a result of his frequent use of the English word. He says: "Art is my heart".


Salima Daffeh · December 29, 2017 at 4:27 pm

Keep on writing…u never seize to amaze me.proud of u always

    M L. Janneh · December 30, 2017 at 9:32 pm

    Thank you always Sally. All the result of your inspiration. I’m proud to mention that anywhere.

Ousman Gaku · December 30, 2017 at 9:59 pm

Great piece dear. Keep up the momentum. Never relent.

Ebrima Saho · December 30, 2017 at 10:18 pm

Boy the poem is exquisite, keep it up.

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