Resurgence

When the time is right,in Kano,all the birds chirp; our alarm

Men test their legs with heavy boots,

Women rush, baskets and containers in their arms

Men and women,both gather differently, just to bring back before darkness calls

 

Wakes and Walks timed, suit to the far ends , rags to the rectangles 

Schools,to the brim, welcomes the corporation of the seasoned travellers

Kano the land of blessings.

Sent forth I was,folded within four seasons,

To the far horizon,empty handed,I embrace.

But the top sparkling in and out

The cruelties doubled the expectations ,

Oh God! Why this?

My son, no pain no gain!

 

In a quick recups, thought in acceleration,

In swift reflections, thoughts surged like a rapid tide

And came in revelation,

A once mentioned silver plate, whispered its refrain;

Men of the olden days,

In Kano's realm, did confide,

Sacrifice and determination, their key to unlock the gain.

 

There arrived the stick,to add a leg for the aged,

I, aged to unfriendly world, I never imagined.

I braved the cold winters,the summer never warm either.

My imaginary stick,the phrase for bold and determined,

Nothing comes on a silver plate

The bright cloud to keep me walking in the day

The smoke to direct me when the night falls.

 

And now, behold, your son returns this day,

Sent forth empty-handed, now adorned with gold,

Went in tattered rags,back in colombo,I say,

Sent in and with doubts, but now with sparkling bravery untold.

 

I shall not rest, until the world braves the nights,

Until the shadows are banished by courage's light,

For in this flowing journey, strength ignites,

And my voice shall not falter until the struggles take flight.