The day was Sunday
The sky so hazy and angry
Thunderously
The sun, hungry and angry
The moon, bewildered muzzy
And murky
Looking at her I felt
My height
Being swallowed by the earth
That beauty could put weight
On anything like infatuation
Her dazzling eyes melting
Mine to atom
I blamed love and the day
Believing with a gain and gay
Of a coward, not knowing
What joy
Could live in love
So I put to mind
What love could be?
Thinking that it could be:
Most illusive of human desire
Undecided escapade of frustration
And a crux of all human gambling
And a luring epitome
Compelling endless frenzy, suggestibility
Then slowly
With the normal tick of time
Te moon won the battle
The night then turn day
The sun then advanced dearly
With a smile
Then we wake
Fresh and ready
To a new day
Monday.
Aminu M. Hussain
(16-4-1987.)
