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written by: Tony Adah


Eagerly the days crawl or race
To where the wind blows
Time ripens for the hen's cloacae
To be seen.
When the storm comes
Those with derelict houses
Will quiver, street dwellers only bend
Like rice in Bansara farms
Unbend after the storm's breath.

Tony Adah

Tony Adah

Tony Adah is a poet from the south of Nigeria. He writes with strong sentiments and emotions for humanity. He's a microbiologist by training with many poems on different platforms on the net. He's into public service with strong community commitment reflected in his poetry.
Tony Adah

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