A Home Here And Restful 1&2
A Home Here And Restful 1&2
It's a nature's sanctuary and
Restful...
Restful is such a minutest attribute
Of this haven
Coloured with consortium of nature's
Spieces, wrapped inside
A dome,
In an atmosphere, suitable
for my latent spirit...
I came calling,
Calling,
I felt the breath of the Spirit
Of nature
Beaconing on me still to come
Inward her world...
Inwardly,
I journeyed and the bangs!
My poetic instincts
awakened,
The tentacles of my creative Imagination
Hovered round the beauty of
A nature, permeable
To varied colours of life,
In symbiotic affinity...
And I know, within me
And around me
Yes, Inwardly
And about me, a knowing
Spring forth...
My poetic Wings
Do soar through streams of
Endless and enduring
Revelations:
For out of the depth of heaven's
Heartbeats and breasts,
Grown are the ears of NATURE'S
Secrets...
I have a home here and restful...
A Home Here And Restful 2:
The Stranger And The Relatives
Grown are the ears of NATURE'S
Secrets in this
Sanctuary of her unblemished
Wonder..
But I am a stranger in the mix
A stranger in the mix will
Stand either
As standby stranger,
As stayby stranger
As passby stranger in the land
Of the sojourn..
Those threesome nature of
The stranger,
Are bedded on the armpits
Of choice:
l chose to be the stayby
Stranger...
To stayby, in this strange
Sanctuary of nature,
I must relates with the relatives
Of the land,
To be very well related...
For relatives are the familiar
And indepth dwellers,
Of the territories of our welcome;
They are the navigators and the Negotiators
That make the strange
Terrains, becoming smooth pathways
And byways
For the adventurous stranger;
They make the highways
Easy to climb,
The lowlands easy to glide
So why make your foot the design
Of sores and burns,
You face for the needless sweats
And bloody bruises
In the territory that has not reckon
With your footprints before,
When you have the familiar relatives
As your standby?
So I tiptoed into the sanctuary
Of nature's bloom
I stood one leg suspended,
Carefully and
Patiently watching and observing
like the way the
Domestic fowl does often
Whenever in
A strange compound
Before dropping the other leg,
In the land of my Nativity...
And what an alluring world I
Became known to!
I have a home here and restful...