I
Dear brethren!
As wind enthuses the muse of promise
I wish you know how time passes here
Leaving me in frozen epoch of despair
Since creation has rejuvenated my faded
vision
And set the paradise of my survival on
the tome of words
I have then suffered like waif and stray
Through the decade of rehearsed pledges
I have perused through the cantos of
promises
To discover my name stencilled with watery
ink
On the downy page of hope
I have glimpsed through the firmament at
nocturnal hour
To see my crescent veiled by cloudy haze
of time
But whenever courage and spirit are
depressed
And the hope of escape out of this
squalor fluctuates
Like drive of ship engulfed by perplexed
blizzard
I envisage the dream of serene sky and
verdant field of promise land
Set for me in the prophecy of
undiscovered vision
And I commit myself to paper again
II
Brothers,
Whenever I am out of your caressing sight
And left with pains of my wisdom
I always long to tread a land
Never before imprinted by feet of
men
But the way seems snowy and my feet are
scrawny
Sometimes the winter appears severe
But spring promises well
And I see myself a determined mind
Though I know I am in the arid desert of
solitude
Where no one shares pain and dejection
III
Do remember
That no prophecy comes in duet
As true vision never comes twice in
dream
My life has been passed in luxury
But I prefer pain to every enticement
that providence
May place on my path because of this
dream
If morrow comes and this dream dies
Like that of wanderer on bloody street
of Kano
Don’t whimper!
For not all stars have the glory of
night
But if this dream survives the anguish
of toiling century
Don’t let it die!
I rest my pen here, brother
For much words if said from dawn till
dusk
Never satiate the craving of hungry
basket
Here I pocket my pen looking towards
your rejoinder
This is the voice of your apostle of pen
Your sincere brother of the same rising
sun
Rabtob
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