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by Soyombo Ayomikun For fourty weeks I sojourned Inside the lonely liquor-filled world Tumbling & living on fluid With no friend,confidant nor foe I longed for an escape,for liberty,for light Then suddenly hell’s door opened In labour mama cried & panted With some umpires screaming ‘push’ at intervals Dawn to dusk the battle lingered Wished... Read More



