A Year In A Page Poem by Hillary Nwaigbo
A Year In A Page
Partly sunny, partly cloudy
At its twist, everything went rowdy
Flinching hopes at sunrise
Got dwindled at dusk set
Streets got soaked in human reds
Our eyes knew no whites but darks
Excruciating pains
Emblemed deep down in our marrow
Faces craved for the cleansing of sorrow
But we find ourselves each day in glittering chains
Kissing the dust with so much shame
Yet "the tops" felt not a pinch of blame
Time came
When great men's heart became wrought
And their resilient spirit went south
But it got rekindled with the strike of a flame
The future awakening with the sun's glow
We keep pushing to tide with the flow
A year came unpromising bloody,
A compensating 0'21 we pray to pay the dowry
© MavenHills
A portrait with a respectable take. And some poetic diction exhibited. Some will agree with this scenario as a valid one.
A page ends with a combination of small and big events, a new page is opened again...well writing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/29/2024 5:51:27 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Such a wonderful poem, Hillary. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks.
Alright.... I'll try