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ÀSHÀKÉ by Omotayo Awoyemi

Ashake,
The day I wrote you a song,
I broke my throat.
I penned it on my cornea,
But a flood of brine it became,
When life ’Hi’ed’ me with hurt,
And fluxed away with my pains.
Nevertheless,
I have the rhythm
In my systole, and diastole.
I pray you’ll hold up to listen,
And see that its a love song;
“Lub…dub…lub…dub…lub, dub…”
For you; only you.

Author: Omotayo Awoyemi

Omotayo Awoyemi is a Nigerian word weaver with global vision, a medical student at Obafemi Awolowo University, Ile-Ife, Nigeria. He was living solely in his ‘world of science’ until sometimes in 2012, when he bumped accidentally into poetry. Since then, poetry kept welling up in him like an uncontrollable chain of nuclear reaction. The future is clear to him as he is set out to earn a Nobel prize for literature, not minding his science oriented background and health-based life.

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