Thanks For the Challenge's Chance

Kelogb 10 (6-7-6) For Emmanuel Adédayò Òjéládé. When for all the long lines, Eyes don't catch up the design Of all I had combined And in little shy glance, The eyes travel in spry trance; For few minds read perchance, To get the all heart sort. In minutes, glance would abort-- Flying off lines assort... Denied expectant fuel, Which could turn out rare jewel, That can make pen go cruel... Hiring you manager: Who jaunts words a voyager, To turn astrologer. Here is the chance per luck, That gets mere glance chucked, Which Kelogb speaks and muck. Thank you real good, dear bard. For the honor with regard, That grace to play my card. With deep touch of mind blows; In simple and awesome flows, Perking what make muse glows. Young and old have acquired, What sets many minds on fire-- Operating heart's desire... Till takes shall turn mantra-- Early morning aurora, Becomes the great Torah.