The Arabian Wonder
Is this just another taste of the reality of illusion?
Or do you think it is just the clarification of confusion
That the little hand that’s as feeble as the stalk
Could feed the aged sages with the meal of chalk and talk.
I was just gazing through my global window on Soup land
When I discovered this little Arabian wonder
Her blueprint on Soupland many crave to understand
And her footprint on the world moved the aged poet with wonder
The poetry passion that springs from her streams of words
Has thrown millions off balance as many still wait to wonder
How such a little poetess could decorate ideas with golden cords
And present it to the world in a show of poetry wealth and wonder
Though far away is Farah the Arabian wonder
Loud and clear is the pen with which she writes
Her poetry picture rids the mind of many a blunder:
The quality that makes her the soup’s delight
Copyright © Adeleke Adeite | Year Posted 2007
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