HEAVY HEART.

On a scorching day
Mr Sun donates his illuminating inferno on earth
Her baby is strapped on her weary vertebra 
Load dangling on her brooded upstairs 
Her child beside her drives one in the same manner
They are casted out abruptly from their abode
On their feet they opt for a solace quest
Colourful misty dust embraced their languid legs
To wish them good luck
Which no soul did
Tress bowed their heads to bade them farewell
Which no mortal did
Stems of leaves baced soft wind on them
To fraught them  spirit of hope they lost
The scorching sun shoned on them
To ignite illumination on the terrain
They are hiking on
Marching is the only propeller they have
To reach their desired destination.

- Lawal Abdulhamid .A.