As parts of my body wither,
My bones are eager to desiccate.
My eyes rove hither and thither,
As though I felt the urge to defecate.
I heard death grants solace.
Verily, my vices need grace.
I believe my end is near,
For I to meet my merciful maker.
And atone for the sins I smear,
On the lass who was a truth-seeker.
So, as I lay dying now
My body should remain in Moscow,
Where I shall rot and die
And nobody should bother to cry.
Author: Thaalith Abubakar Gimba
Thaalith Abubakar Gimba, born on 12th September 1995 is a young poet and short story writer who resides in Minna, Niger State. A graduate of Ahmadu Bello University, Zaria. He’s a chap who has a penchant for reading and profoundly loves writing. Writing is a hobby that defines him. He believes that writing can become “a means to liberate yourself from your personal conflicts.”