Who told you am a poet?? Do I look like one Where did I get that art from Am not one I wasn’t born to
I had again poured semen in her belly, She had no clue so I recommended after pills, I was just a boy in love, I
WHO SAID THEY LIED? They never lied Let’s just be conscious Mind conscious I mean Then we will realise We fooled ourselves Through their
Dear politicians, Another warm morning Their voices will reckon again Trying to find who to fool As usual they know their recipients These people
There is an economic school of thought which looks at health as a producer good. Health is a good that can be produced and
My colours may not satisfy everyone, Someone say it’s Pastel and for other it’s Acrylic, But I still painted you, With my every curve, line
Rules and principles are indispensable parts of all thriving systems. Everything must follow the required law and order if efficiency and fruitfulness are to be
WAD YOUR FIELD My mind a garden , my thoughts are perhaps a harvest from it and to thee I share the nuggets. Millions of
Life is a burden to everyone’s shoulder None may escape from its troubles and care; Miss it in youth and it will come when we
I cannot dare to call you love anymore. It has been long, I forgot how to utter them with the same warmth we had before.