When everywhere is dark & silent - birds have slept in their nest,
men have gone to the heaven, sky has been covered by the black cloud
with little ashes, animals have taken a rest from hunting, eyes have left the watching
mouthes have stopped the talking, legs & hands have hidden their appearances,
noises are no where to be found,
talk to me then _ I will be waiting for your call beside the river
Where I could hear your voice like that flow of water
Let us meet in the night, when we could hear our voices loudly & clearly.

About the author:
Imam Sarafadeen is a Nigerian poet and writer with a passion for poetry and other literary genres. His works centers on grief, love, and nature and his works have appeared and are forthcoming in Poetry Soup, Baskadia, Words Rhymes & Rhythm, Sychronized Chaos, Academy of heart and mind, Poetry Planet and elsewhere. Sarafadeen is currently studying the English Language at Usmanu Danfodiyo University, Sokoto, Sokoto State. Nigeria.

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A manager's office is built with spin chairs and sighs,
desktop with mountains built with prioritization.
storms build with skins to maintain professionalism
and platitude greets good morning with strong steps,
walking tall through dawns wear and tear
that lingers in nonverbal cues,
meeting pleasantry with formal attire
while the unspoken falls off their sleeves.
with heavy concerns under noisy spike heels
or a trouser's feet walking tall with facial grimaces,
left expose nerve on the peak of strangulated exertion
which need subordinate’s attention.