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Nket Godwin's Poem
WHEN NIGHT COMES I bear the day's glaring shadows, Wishing the night never drapes These swivelling ankles to creep, As I played with the moths and bees, Wishing mosquitoes never filmed This housefly-like cottage within. Will night evade this youthful day? Will these flailing toes turn toddler Wading with cringed tricycle again? Will I see my brother's shadow Instead of that firefly-like face of Youth embracing gaudy handshake? The night is a market woman's basket, With many faceted faces of ingredients; Its approach is a scourge to the soul: Flies wandered in sleep, while mosquitoes Evade the playground with eerie hums, And dream wrestled with dreamers. ©Nket Godwin
Nket Godwin emerged the third runner up of Nibstears Poetry Contest
There's nothing as good as seeing that each morning you grow a bit than the way you were the previous nights. This is philosophically called greatness. My sincere gratitude goes straight to Poetloaded Akinwemimo Idris, and Nibstears family for their kind efforts in promoting poetry, thereby carrying all buddingpoets on the same river. My appreciation, sir, Poetloaded Akinwemimo Idris, For your recommendable effort.
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