Alone with my Thought

I was here with a hope
To right the advent of moral decadence
Our values which had been loped
Hope to leave here better than I met it
In this light
Sat I at my 'jury table'
Where my pen possesses the legal rights to right all wrongs
And write all right
My pen has got the right
Rights to scribble the right words


I looked to the left and right
No one to beckon at or call for an advice
Order than my thought which stood by me
Like a righthand man to the first citizen
He stood keen


Eager to pen down the first thought My nude fingers did the perfect work
It was a solitary mission
The night toil
A great toil with less light to see neither had I much oil
My pen easily get fumed up whenever I try rest my wrist
It toiled writing folscalp of my heart for the demonstration
Not for the world to stand in ovation
But for the nation to see the essence of my creation


My paper
The catalystic Oliver Twist
Who will never stop on one;
This is fine but can still be well polished
That is good and can make the shocker
And these can be better only if you try harder
It keeps yearning for more
As if coming up with a fresh thought was Golden morn


I was Here
All alone with my thought
Stacked up on my brilliant jury box
All alone I was like a prodigal son at the junction of indecision
Short of plan on what need done
Fury fused like a dumb one will fume to anger


After relentless night of unrest
Yet sat all alone
Staring at future's face of uncertainty
I stared hoping for the right men on the team
Faithful, able men of great repute
Men who will bear the cross
Men who will say the word the way it was scribbled


Placard of our grievances was made
Beautifully adorned
I got it carved from the great Iroko
Polished with the finest of indigo Making It seem like that which the eyes hath not feast on long time ago


My spirit got braced up
With great expectations
Like a jeoy I lept here and there
Gesticulating to the air how it will be said


In great anticipation for a great renovation
Assembled I my thoughts
Folded my hands backward like the boss
Fed them with the right words
Stretched their muscles
Jog them round like a horse
And test ran them with my toil all night


All men on my side, I thought had waited for this all day
In my regalia of joy and gladness Dash I off to meet with them
So glad that we will finally make the change today I hummed
But stepping out to the world
I found out it was only me
Just me thinking all these
Simply I alone
Lonely with my stacked pile of thoughts.


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