Babatunde Esho Poems

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The Lady God Chose
Offsprings not consenting, heaven still chooses.
And picks a womb that never refuses.
As a maiden's request for a child,
Meets heavenly courts with smiles

Two gifts bearing great weight,
Each equally called great:
A nurturing breast holding the future,
And a child prodigy growing in . . .
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The Wield
The idle hands, crave a flair
To make possessions of thin air;
To knead smoothness, from craggy edges.
And makes undone tasks become pledges.


Salve the blisters and dab the bruises,
Make daylights, not just for musing.
But for guiding it's light,
To craft perfection in sight.

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