EKUNDAYO
The lily of Abiodun blossoms and dries,
The oases is a mirage but yet a river,
A clang turns mute later noises!

Lilian’s beauty suddenly ugly,
But how when God is lovely,
The billows wash her off suddenly,
But she can be found, heard, oh! Lilly!

Ekundayo, Ekundayo!
Yet she strives, yet she cries,
Yet alive to bewilder the ghosts,
The unknown yet paradise and heavens.

                                     - Olaitan Abiodun