A GIFT FOR THE STREET: a poem by Adedayo Agarau


I am a gift
for the tough part of the street.

I am the words
of a begger,
the pleas on his face.

I am the dirty spills
that lingers in the blouse of a trader

I am the sweat
dangling on an 'Alabar's body
on a cold afternoon

I am the future
of unlearned children patting wheels by

I am the tongue
of the prophet's morning call,
the sound of his bell.

I am the noise of the market women,
the sweet words posing their wares

I am the shield
for homeless boy
standing with a fallen dream

..I am hope,
the future of the street.







 









Agarau Adedayo is a writer who gets inspiration from what happens around him. He writes for change. A student of the federal polytechnic Ede, he has featured in anthologies at home and abroad and has featured severally on WRR.

Comments