IMPROVISED JOURNEY - HASSAN SANI
I sat up at the tip of my ship.
And I look straight swirling by my ship
At the edges of the sea
I saw the sea kissing the sky
As their intriguing relationship betray the sky
I drift through the blue adrift
But where do I skim?
My hands long to touch the grits of the land

Oh now I can feel my feet
Whiffing the sands of the sea
And just when I was extricate to the dry from the wet
The semblance of the green-district swirled me
And the gargantuan greens I awed
Is conceivably a mile away from me

I wish to settle down for a rest
But the arcane of my idyllic dream-land
Is growing some tall green hair
The arcane of my idyllic hut
Is showing me some mysterious monster
The arcane of my idyllic shelter
Is turning my dreams into nightmare

I look back and I saw the flame of my home
Oh I have travelled a very long journey
But with my improvise journey
I can still see the smoke from my home
Oh I can’t go back to feel the intent on my own.