A Supreme Slave By Sayeed Abubakar

A Supreme Slave

Every day I swear:
I won’t ever let her enter my heart.
But breaking down my resolve,
the foolish phone
reaches her number every day.

Lover is he who laments every moment
laying down his heart
beneath his beloved’s feet.

Truly, love makes a man
a perfect coward
and a supreme slave.

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