Be it rain, found in rivers,
Or ice, or steam in the Himalayas,
Figuratively speaking, I feel it in my waters.
Since once all over, there was water.
Who created God, man and everything other,
In love, in lust, in anger and in pains,
In emotions and allusions,
Colloquial or neither,
The strange liquid that is universal,
Is to us, what death is to Martyrs.
Model- Mcqueen Pius
Poem- Taiye Salami