‘RHYTHM’ / ‘BLIND SIGHT’/ ‘MISCONCEPTION’, ‘WINGS OF DEATH’ / WAS SHE CREATED TO BE SO?’ | five poems by Abubakar Auwal)

RHYTHM

Taking a loop glance 
Amidst futile family;
Impulse a child to dance
On the wing of sorrows – so unlikely. 

He leaped into the lines
But rooking brothers gnaws his eyes
To lick the bitter limes
Of realistic home & not falsifies;

Father is a valley of tales & durst of words
Impregnating mother from the sip of syllables. 
Sisters, swim in the ocean of rapist like toads
And brothers are gelignite, placed on the table
Astonishing both lads & adults, unstable. 

Behind drum of screams 
There're children rhyming on its realms. 
They sip wine of play & dance then 
But they're now lost, drooped & mourned
Like broken ocean, yet overflood 
With the heartaches bearing them unload.