The season of beauty
Has finally come to stay,
But the wise sparrow
Said to me,
‘Don’t mention names’
Never has nature begotten
Such a pure sense of
An African beauty,
But the wise sparrow
Said to me,
‘Don’t mention names’,
Questioning thy true beauty
Has placed me on the known,
But the wise sparrow
Said to me,
‘Don’t mention names’,
Show me all
That thou can,
So I can perceive
And conceive thy
True seasonal countenance,
But the wise sparrow
Said to me,
‘Don’t mention names’
Oh no, the days of
My love life is
Blinking on a fast
Lane for thy taste,
But the wise sparrow
Said to me,
‘Don’t mention names’,
Is the length of my
Dying days untamable by
Thy faithful jewels?
But the wise sparrow
Said to me,
‘Don’t mention names’
Ah! The glorious sensitivity in
The moon-like eyeballs
Of thee, has imprisoned
My reasoning power,
But he wise sparrow
Said to me,
‘Don’t mention names’
I hope thou may fall
On my waiting lips,
Though I cannot have thee,
But the wise sparrow
Said to me,
‘Don’t mention names’,
My heart is bleeding in pain,
For posterity may not live to
Behold thy true beauty,
But the wise sparrow
Said to me,
‘Don’t mention names’
I do remember thy
Precious name very well,
But the wise sparrow
Said to me,
‘Don’t mention names’
Accepting the sophistry
Of thy symbolic hips
Under the Kente cloth
Has been an axiom,
But the wise sparrow
Said to me,
‘Don’t mention names’
Now I know, that
The echoes of the Gods
Do not tremble
Over thy beauty alone,
But the wise sparrow
Said to me,
‘Achimota’.
© PRINCE NANA ANIN-AGYEI
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