A beautiful extract from man she is,
An extract made in perfection.
Angels pass by,
Glorified, they fall to her sculptor.
Exclaim they!
What an angel in creation, this is no human.
When man whines and dines with the acclaimed angel, he succumbs.
Ungrateful is the man who praises not the acclaimed angel.
Absentminded he is .
Even the light of the moon is jealous of her beauty,
the brightness of the sun turns darkness.
An eclipse of the sun it turns,
An eclipse of beauty she becomes.
A privilege so craved by those in whinings,
to whine and dine with a woman;
A priceless extract but free to man,
holding the bull by the horn!
Those in whinings bow to incapacitation,
with pride and ignorance, man raises voice,
"I can whine and dine with a woman."
© Musa Oyiza Rahama
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