Thursday, August 23, 2012

Poem of the Day: Imature Mind - Nwabuking Ikemba

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Immature Mind

Verse 1
Fair is your beauty like morning sun
Radiating beauteous rays to all and one
With freshness only owned by morning dew
Freshness that maker put in small few
Ears pleasure and treasure your voice
A lone note buries multitude of noise
Birds listen but forget to sing
Or of a toll echo lets it ring
Lips like freshly opening bud
Pearly teeth held by gum of red mud
Like twin stars sitting in the skies
Surveying with its light are your eyes
Her sculptor is nothing but perfect
For enchanting and titanic is the effect

Verse 2
From whence does your fragrant scent come?
In a balmy embrace do I steal some?
Unseen beauty beneath is consuming
Virtue if not more naked and blooming
Measure not her home and kitchen skills
For it is huge high above the hills
Thou art sweet scented flower swarmed by bee 
Yet she freely served herself only to me
Just as wave surrender to the shore
Her days are quite larger than I store
It neither quelled thirst nor altered taste
This titular largeness yield large waste
The days left a lot foot steps behind
Terra incognita lay my immature mind

Verse 3   
I’m only throwing out a virgin step
Very fragile and bashful a step
Jealousy and envy met early grave
Haters as hapless ship succumbed to wave
Just as lightning and thunder
Are we bound not yielding to assunder
Thousand mistakes and said wrong things
Yet you soared not on sorrow’s wings
Our duologue grows at any place
We drift away in time and space
Never know such a bounteous bliss
More bliss from the lips of first kiss
Grandfather asked “Are you a helper or wife?”
Mother favoured the harmonious new life

Verse 4
All about us reeked strongly of love
Yet I know not how to love
Neither an amateur nor an apprentice
Never tasted nature or creature like this
Cruel time let this life and love decay
Rarest of gems slipped away
One witness our frozen bed blamed me
Loneliness such oven prison tamed me
Though you left when tome expired
Not of death nor your endurance tired
Fate chased you to a distant land
But Jekyll and Hyde fate don’t understand
All I have now is sour memory, tear bedewed eyes
My sun has slept would it rise?
   

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