Faceless

Beneath the cloudy sun and rainy moon,
Lies a dreamer with eyes widely open,
Forcing an impact before ‘Gone too soon’,
Building bricks to stand though some are broken,
Saddling ducks for tips, largess or token.
Weak bones till water drips in forms of sweat,
Falls in love with poems of no poets yet,
Quench lights of doubt and hatred, finding brace,
Romances the sun with thirst for being wet,
Hides shame, awaits fame before showing face.

Tomide Abdul