The Silent Ones
26th June, 2015

Across the planes of lockers

your fair face glows

The worry that hangs on your brows

Like tense air around stock brokers


Across the planes of desks

Your eyes lock on in precision

The laptop screen a prey in vision

Your fingers on the keyboard flex


Across the planes of heads,

I plead you look up with a smile

Do it quick before the glow grows vile

And let a new warmth sooth our heads



Lagos, Nigeria
  • There are times when we get drawn into what we do... we should always remember to look up, lest the world passes us by.

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