Ishak Yusuf Oyetunji/ Nigeria- SONG OF SORROW ||

Ishak Yusuf Oyetunji Nigeria

SONG OF SORROW || UNDER THE MASK

Glossy like the summer sky The miens portray spirit high When broken apart and wry Are the hearts, fog tears to cry Though, smile becomes our tie

Smile; we make it our ride to pride, Our daily routine we cherish for a tide - Of the day, half in abject solitude we ride Comes the night, hearts darkened for tide Forlon streams across our veins and videos

Oh, heaven! To thee we take a plea In our land, stranger turns the glee When we wail pond, ocean and sea Let not our tears flow in vain and be The cry of piccolo in the theo- see

© Ishak Yusuf Oyetunji Nigeria