I don't need fried rice I said
In a gathering of the dignified
Just serve me vegetables
I don't need a painted jollof
In a life of forever padlocked love
The detrimental part is unto ourselves
Make I no fall under love hills
Watering, greened, individuals
Come my way as what I ordered
Cuddling inside those wrappers
Time is never getting old
Mum as grandma before seventies
Peace of mind is all we need, for where peace is found, loves follows.
Very cool poem friend, very cool, I like that you are looking for harmony in this writing, thanks for sharing.