Love Poem: Metamorphosis
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Written by: Bamanga Bashir

Metamorphosis

Now, that the world is getting purer and cleaner 
    everyday
  who clear incoherently harbour dirts and spillage around.
   Is it not the hand  meant for cleaning and washing
  and working out this and some of the other things?.
 And the mouth for eating and drinking and talking
   and laughing and many ,many, many other wishes
  of sort kind?.
 And foot and leg for us to reach out the dustbin for 
     instance?.
 The dirt can't be a waste products perse nor the hand
 a part of such dilemma nor the skull a kick hell out
   of a thing cup? nor what dramatic human right nor 
  political taboo?.
 I have a problem and that is true is quite different
 from I have problem and that is true?.
 Why then these people pollute nature
 when already it's suffers contamination and stagnancy
  and spillaging and wasting like quacks and qualms.