Seeking for joy amidst weepers
Who knows exactly where it is?
What could give it remains an illusion
Yet, we scraper for it here and there
Here and there but blindly
A waste of hope in wrong direction
It goes as soon as it comes
What gives it takes it
Today it is there , tomorrow it is no more
It has no guarantee
Urges for it grew the more
Where can I find it?
Strangest of all place in morgue?
Amidst weepers mourning fleshless decaying bones?
Yet, teaching lessons
The saddening silence laying bare the vanity of all
What gives it takes it
The deciduous comfort.
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Author:
oludare Joshua (
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