You should be free like the hummingbird flies
Lost in your own eternal and dreamlike space
Liberated from all plain thoughtless lies
Chasing truth like bees in a nectar race
Seeking singularity with fast pace
Yours is the world and all buried here in
Awaiting your rebirth in a hidden place
Yours is an endless joy, nowhere forsaking
In the end you will be crowned your own king.
Here, your pain and endurance pays the price
Your wails, worries and sorrows have no place
Like sores and bruises nursed by patient lice
Your focus concentrated in your face
On your flat forehead like invented lace
The spoils of your toils are for the picking
It is work in whatever to be called ace
Behold the fruits of your labour falling
Catch them with your four hands wide, high, reaching.
WRITER- KWAKU GYAMFI – ThreesixtyGh writer and contributor.