Strangers We Were
Strangers we were
We may have never met,
Strangers by creed and tribe,
Separated by walls of ignorance,
By cacoons intricately woven to hide from knowlege,
They say ignorance is bliss,
What is bliss if its not knowing?
So l have made a commitment to know and
To accept that what l do not know can be known,
So l have sharpened my inquisitive weapon,
Ready to ravage through the works of greatmen,
Searching for that which made them restless,
With pen and paper imortalizing ideas and opinions,
I am a writer and l will write what l like!
Stories and yarns of my heart,
Philosophies and wisdom of my forefathers,
Fears protruding like knives from my unsettled mind,
Sorrows and dissapointments as vast as the sea,
Happy moments relished and cherished forever,
Harnessing what the universe has in store for me,
We are no longer strangers because we met on this book,
For in books strangers can meet,just like we mate
Distillation and synthesis of ideas,
Great minds converging for intellectual enquiry,
For writing is a calling for the restless minded.
Copyright © Owen Hamalala | Year Posted 2022
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