SUNSET – YUSUF NUHU

Sometimes, life goes both ways like the way of the sun - its rising and setting. Yusuf leads us on a melancholic journey of remembrance here. May we always remember to make each day count. SVA

Sometimes, life goes both ways like the way of the sun - its rising and setting. Yusuf leads us on a melancholic journey of remembrance here. May we always remember to make each day count. SVA

Like the sun, you rise
brightening everywhere as you begin your journey,
and setting after having a great day.
Full of smiles
except for few dusks and sunsets, sad and depressed.

But I know sunsets are amazing too.

What happened to you?

You were strong
but now pale and weak

I watch you take your last breath,
And close your eyes,
Like when the sun turns back and give Earth one last smile.

But sunsets are amazing too.

Your time came,
And you have set,

I will remember you every time I see the sunsets

Because sunsets are amazing too.

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Yusuf Nuhu is a poet writing from Borno state Nigeria. He explores the theme of sorrow, sadness and how life could be such a place happiness will prevail. He studied computer science at Ramat Polytechnic and is currently an entrepreneur.

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