UGLIEST POEM
(7*27*2017) 
I thought of man 
Man thought of me, 
Why should I not write right? 
My metaphor, a clad simile
And Critique bemused my pen.
Headache upon dizziness
Only Shakespeare's piece 
Is a literary antidote 
Soyinka's pen, is an anodyne.
Why should I not write right? 
This is what I racked
The hell of my brain to pen
Why critique me this bad? 
One day, the word will celebrate me
And my pen shall bleed for words. 
(C)  Adedamola Quadri Adeniyi 
All Right Reserved 2017.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    