In the bustles of the town’s market،
In the heat of Mondays hustle,
He strolled through the market
His wheel barrow creaking in front of him,
With eyes darting to and fro ,
For potential customers,
His life was a scheduled appointment,
With no seasoning nor spice.

It was said that the wall is earful,
Full of trending gossips and gists,
He heard it through the wall,
The tale of a clandestine man,
Whose powers outshine the ancient sango,
And with explosive powers like ogun,
He heard he is the height of miracles of this era,
So, he set out to seek the man’s blessings,
Just maybe his life could be spiced.

He got there with high hopes
But his hope was flattened,
When he heard the requirements,
A full human being burnt to ashes,
So he could be swimming in riches,
What has life turned to????

He returned back to his post in the market,
With smile plastered over his face,
His chiseled face now filled with Amity,
His ambience of emotion now vibrant.
To be contented with little as an angel,
Or bathing in luxury as a fiend,
He rather choose the later.

Life is a Court room,
Where cases are impartially settled,
But only time could judge life,
With its harsh or ebullient voice,
Only time and only time will tell.

© Sultaaniy

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