Diamantine Daffodils Poem by abdurrahman sirajudeen

Amongst sharp, stink, coarse stones I trek, meticulously, diligently
Steps begot steps. In need, I marry fastness; for destination is at remote
Of my sight. We all the trekkers are magnets that bewitch negatives,
Despise on positives. They are incompatible.
The race is hectic, blameful, isolate that makes the feeble minds to
Retire. The stubborn folks stick to rules, to astound accomplishments
Overwhelmed their ponderation. I stood at the last column completely
Fed up, no certain surety to rejoice with CUP, looking others moving
Faster. I rest always for no success eaves.
At the smudge spot of a moment, I stoop to
Conquer tiredness to rest.
There! I sighted a tight tidy tinning diamantine daffodil, shinning
Its gorgeousness like seashore of Benue.
I gazed and gazed to authenticate whether it is fake but for the sake
Of this lake, I outrace all face.
Then, people keep wondering how I am championing, hungry,
Angry, jealousy of my achievements but I open telling the magic
Secret of the daffodil, still only few reasonable erudite smile to believe.
Whenever I am in pensive or active mood, it flashes my inward eyes. I so
Much love this diamond. It breaths life to any living dead.