Treasure by Emmanuel Egbunu
Date added: 27/11/2015
"No room in the inn"
and you were stranded
in the cold night
Walking in the rain
and by the heat of day scorned
like a tramp,
forsaking another residence:
Resolved to endure the lashes of time
and to persevere.
O immortal mortal
I understand your language:
many waters cannot quench love.
The streaks of light sear my eyes
fiercely piercing the intervening gloom
and my equivocating thoughts rise
in combat for the room.
Hope would have me strive on
striving and groping along the gloomy way
defying the tides til the treaure is won
and thent to smile at the break of day.
History will have me hold
and be tutored by pains of the past;
"Not all that glitters is gold
nor all that's through the fire shall last"
The treasure I must win
a fatal venture I must save
The fools' paradise must not capture my
the path of regret I must not pave.
2009, Emmanuel Egbunu
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