THE THRILL AFTER STRUGGLE.
At first the sun show
No interest of coming out
The morn clad in bleak light
& The day wore a gloomy mask
The rain, when came her time
Remained still, slumbering
In ample clothe of the sky
& The day gave a sweltering scowl
The atmosphere grieved
Everywhere winced in pain
The city writhed & twitched
& The day’s air bland & sour
I mused around in bewilderment
Like a husband whose brain
Is doused dumb by the hot breath
Of a shrewish & waspish wife
I who thought the future would
Lie down stiffed in death
That the future would mourn more
In the bleak, ripped garb of failure
When suddenly came light
That of the day in brilliance
When the heaven broke & cracked
& Poured pell-mell on the withering hope.
EVERYTHING’S NOTHINGNESS.
I’ve seen the plain,
Fluffy color of the sky
Driftedly turned cloudy
Thunder roaring and, its
Claps clashing raucously
At the entrance of my ears.
Then, it cracked and the sun
Broke out of its captivity
The world awash with a fresh
And renew energy and light
And the gloomy thick air
Dissolved into liveliness.
I awed at the abrupt change
And marveled at how briskly
And decisively the nature
Can change and, so the life
Of human being came into my mind
The impermanence of nothingness
Which holds allure in its hand
Teasing the wants of man
Making us pit all our strength
To wrest it away from its hand
And own it for ourselves
Yet, once we get one
We want more in a chain
Only death can break
And this death is a phase
That can happen at anytime
And anywhere, regardless.
Odebode Tayo, he’s a lover of art of which had chosen poetry as a preferable genre, as well an avid reader who loves to read and write the voice suppressed down in his heart.
