Do Not

Do Not

Remind me not of those weary days

When the birds used to be landlords

Chirping and dancing all day.

Their eggs were our daily meal.

One son, one spoilt egg,

Two daughters, half an egg.


Take my mind off that sight

Which makes my mind a ton heavier.

Where the goat now price man in the market,

One man, two rotted bronze

Two boys, half a bronze.


Do not disturb my sleep

For I have broken my back even before my golden jubilee.

Now I rest on the table of water

With my cloth dry as ever.

One life, one torn garment

Two dead, half a white garment.


Castrate the fear in you

Which makes you jelly like.

My face is contrary to my mind.

One thrill, one mischievous smile

Two thrills, half a snort.


My head is in need of a vacuum cleaner.

I need to offload this mighty burden

Drilling a deep hole in my heart.

For one hole is one arrest

And two holes, half alive.


4 thoughts on “Do Not” by Somorin Simbiat (@Sima)

  1. Vanessa's writings (@Vanessa)

    I don’t even know what to type but…Well done!

    1. Somorin Simbiat (@Sima)

      Thanks a lot..

  2. Ufuoma Otebele (@ufuomaotebele)

    Sima, this is the only work by you that I’ve read and wow! You gave nothing away free without a charge, the price of carefully thinking about those 2 ending lines to each stanzas. You’re really good with word play Sima.

    1. Somorin Simbiat (@Sima)

      😀 Thank you very much.. Sorry for the late reply i have been away for a while..

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