It’s my mentor’s day my pen must leak
Dedicated to one of my lecturers
Mr. JESULONI AJAYI
The breeze keeps wallowing
For the special one stunning
The natural being of attitude
Among cohort and multitude
Words are not really capable
To define ecstasy of amiable
Every morn and every night
The solicitous of exquisite right
Mentor? Yes, Brother? Yes
It’s his day, no more no less
You are indeed a great boon
To the generation of ill-doom
It’s JESULONI’s birthday
That defines why the sun is gay
Forever I’ll keep appreciating
As far as the moon captivating.
