[b][/b]SEVEN LAMPS

You asked for sunshine
As you did wished for rain
Or a forward march to childhood
If no other option but pain

You saw seven lamps
You saw seven white calabash
Yet the wake is still harsh
Like an empty cistern or gourd

When will the cistern be full
And the gourd provides � drip
If not linked with the stream
Never say nay, the rains will suffice
When the parched earth signals the firmament.
.....Hope Ajagun (c) 2018