Brethren, listen one last time
have you not learnt from the last time?
Before you fall victim again
hitherto, what have you gained?
Teary eyes , shattered heart ,
broken face , scattered paths.
True, love is a good sight, catches in a trice
but heartbreak comes at an exorbitant price.
In love, everything is like whispers and sighs,
lovers' moments - exchange of kisses and hypnotized eyes.
But when the heart slips from grasp and is broken
what we hear even in the wind is cries of agony.
For how long do we intend to disturb the reign of peace?
For how long do we intend to live without ease?
If love isn't life, why is it so luring
that we all must play till we get broken?
But we all are careless buyers of love
and we soon forget the hell we have overcome.
once sighted again, our mended hearts begin to beat
without rest , headed towards another pit.
© Alabi Muheez Ajibola
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