Romancism ' STRUGGLE FOR WHAT LOVE WILL EAT '

It was May, after the guitar had
celebrated a kind couple
without making hay.
Hand gifted with rings,
and sporting beneath the earth:
Into brown yam tubers
for a groom to cook the food
as cloud cook hot to earth.

It's moving from May to June ,
my groom woke me up,
the ocean was dry ,
the corn was dry...
What would I be putting
in mouth again?
Look for what love will eat.

I Journeyed North through South;
Perhaps the Eastern wind blew
me to West
where I left my bride uneaten.

It's what makes me feel higher;
Like a gaze lingers.
When I sat down alone;
On a bench spits out in disgust,
thinking about the past of May;
When my groom became Songster
and I became her lineage.

The sky symbolized my slim-line
like a lemon limerick;
appeared a disdainful look
in a mirror.
No cheap sex in the shadows
nor peaceful street corner sleep.
No way to back on this adventure,
I've been suffering for what my groom
will eat, like anthills drunk with violence.

No I won't give up !
I'll rather struggle till grave;
For what love will eat,
when we shall live till eternal life,
when we shall eat with happy mouths.

Abduwaheed Sofiullahi .

The poet personae laments over the satisfaction lovers intend to give each other .Still they desert themselves for a reason they do not understand,the poet refuses to give up and continues to search for mode of satisfaction among couples.