With empty heart I came...
Wandering helplessly in the desert
My heart shrinks to the nocturnal echoes
Fearful I was but all hopes wasn't dashed

I looked up to your blooming shrine
With a native chalk in my right hand
And a white fowl on my forehead
You beckoned courageously...
And I walked slowly to this scary path in November 2017
Slowly and steadily!
I am at the feet of this shrine

I have come to worship you in truth
Worship at your golden feet
Cos your love has enveloped my inner peace
Please! leave me not to slumber
As I come humbly to your shrine
Shrine of poetry shine on me...



SUNDAY ERNEST OYINMIEBI
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