#Verses: Rains behind closed doors- Yemi Osadiya
RAINS BEHIND CLOSED DO.
Again, this journey became cloudy
Father heard rumbles of my knees
In his front, I bowed – what fell was
a torrent the grasses on my desert called.
I crawled to mother. From her lips
I expected another fall – She dropped a dew.
I stretched palms – kept abundance
to my left for a drought.
After the rains, my heart sparkled like lightning,
I was charged; grow greens and roses on soil.
This will I bear in mind is a seed
but like a breeze, fantasy had blown it away
on this soil; my greens were like iroko
I sold them all to build a hut for palm wine.
My roses were like the sun that shines in the rain
I gave them to maidens for their honeycomb.
When I woke, the time had grown thorns
I was caught. I couldn’t go further or back.
Behind closed door with tears,
falling from my eyes like a rain.
I stretched palms and sipped alone.
Children, the path I traced here
was that of a prince. You may script in your mind
but do not act the roles.
The cap I wear now is a grey
Beyond life my flesh – a prey
Soon, I won’t see rains of pity from eyes –
hope to hear the roars behind this closed door
laced with ashes and dust.