Locust of green
Swarm of yellow
Procession,
Snakish march along
The snaking path
Obeisance!
Mother,
Dark fertile mother of
Ijesa-isu Land
Giant potter of thousand fingers
Meek moulder of Midas touch
Age-long furnace of golden embers
Behold a citadel
Alas!
Categories:
chs, high school,
Form: Ode
All dimensions are hidden from me;
I fail to envision the mystic beauties of nature,
My world is packed with dense fog all around me.
I was born to see a never-ending darkness,
A darkness so profound that it conceals everything from me.
For 40 years now my vision has betrayed me and ,
I continue to walk along a dark tunnel hoping to see light at
the end of it someday.
I have not seen my mother’s face. I know not how the lady
who gave me my existence looks.
But the immense shadow that covers me also raises my
consciousness to the highest level.
I know that
“ Within me I have an enlightened soul that radiates light
more influencial than the sun and it traverses the whole
of universe to reach the heavens.
At this moment I feel the prescence of God.
A God that pervades my entire existence.
I can feel that He uncondiotionally loves me.
It is now that I see the Light of Truth.”
Ronak Sanjay Bhavana Muchhala
G-601, Satellite Gardens CHS,
Film city road, Goregaon [east],
Mumbai 400063. INDIA
Categories:
chs, life, loss, sorry, sympathy,
Form: Prose Poetry