By: Afolabi Blessing


At dawn…
Decked with a mountain of dream
One which seems fulfilling
But then, it came down to clashing
And its light became dim

Trying to writhe out of depression
Could there be anything named perfection?
Where those with silver spoons are held in detention
Of life’s unending procrastination!

With dreams which seems to be dying
While the passion for it keeps crying
Even at that, all keep striving
For a dream that has to be fulfilled!

At dusk…
Flipping the diary of dreams fulfilled
And dreams not duly fulfilled
A burst of laughter saved the broken
And made the world a haven.

By: Afolabi Blessing.

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