A QUESTION FOR MOTHER LIFE.

Here he is, dwelling in an axis of tholing
If you cast out his heart
You will view unhappiness,
Pain and struggle encapsulated inside it
His smile and laughter of every day is a fake one 
The real one is no where to be found
Lost it a long time ago when he was a child
He calls off the day with bitter thoughts
Does same to meeting up with the day
Which made him question mother life always
"Is there still hope?"
He would have ran river of tears down his sloppy cheeks
Then he realized who he is
Strong men don't cry, crying solves no puzzle
Then he thought of his great ancestors
Their legendary and heroic prowess they possess
He realized same blood runs through his veins
So he kept striving
But he left the bitter river of tears pouring inside his heart
His soul is soaked with crying within
Which left him with a question to mother life
"When will you be fair to me?" 

— Lawal Abdulhamid .A.