sodiq yusuf Biography

Can you wait for the sun to rise
and for the memoried feelings to be ripe?

Can you wait for the morning dew to drizzle
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When I could not uttter emotions
To your ever listening ears,
I saw in my brow forced perspiration.
For your love has turned me a beggar
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My love, hear me!
Your eyes are thorny roads
That I shall never fear to tread on.
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Even if I was there
My honey, would the stars still glow?
Even if I forgot the sonorous voice of the Adan
My heartbeat, would the sun still rise?
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Fanned by the drizzling cold of the red-eyed harmattan,
I wandered between the twiny trees beckoning for a siester.
Pinched by the rough hand of misplaced panthers,
I slipped within the far-reaching arms of breasty embrace.
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