Body of me

In vine of XCIX;
we shall pour water
in the names of our sins

Or if I die with
my own sins
when I go old

Don’t worship me but,
pray for my sinful soul

Pray for me as I will
pass this veranda in your
memory- that I, once
lived with you

To inhale the plumed
serpent on our road.

And if you too die
don’t pray for yourself either.

But, pray for your vanity
because you are a soul as
pismire in Allah’s eye.

Of which, you and I need to
pay our price of disobedience
in the Friday of judgement.

When we are going to cry
but, our only rescue
is the prophet we belief

Not for yourself or me
and hope to see you soon
if I pass this Samarkand market
for another time.

As I have worn my own judgement
while you too shall wear yours
when death comes again
with beautifications

Macmillan Anikulapo

Published by Adekunle Writes

Adekunle is the author of a poetry collection, 'Arise Nigeria'. A young writer, Adekunle is a correspondent at Church Times Newspaper and Contributing Editor for Interviews at OPEN: Journal of Arts and Letters. He's the recipient of Daily Trust Newspaper's Poet of the week, January 2019. Follow me on Instagram on Adewunmi

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