The winds has been captured by

a forlorn indolence,

and a forlorn time, with a forlorn clock,

began to tick nearer and nearer

till the termination of a pulse

and the eternal quietness of the body

where the soul sleeps,

and can never come back home

because it has been convicted by a dream

surely your loved one will be able

to speak no more,

the lips retire,

eyes also,

voice becomes extinct,

the time it was heard has shrivelled by

now the sun sleeps under the prophetic clouds 

upon the hollow body,

a depth shallowed by the maturity of time.

                                                               By Kakraba Afful