Been Entangle By Whim Of Labyrinth Poem by momodou jarju

Time at 6am in the morn whilst in a dense forest, the sky azure
Riding a bic thro the narrow path forth my dad's marshland
The audible and ample whistling of nightingale arouse ambiance so thrilling
That it thrills my heart and click my mind to the song of NOVA
'Bless me mum and dad'.

The bloom in green and red, attracts and soared my emotion
As I distance, singing along to the song, thus tears start to form
To the insightful and touching verse- 'A going to the battle field'
Which give me motivation to face the parlous perplex to paternity
I reached, packed my bic, adjusted myself, and look forth the field
Walking lonely in the maize field like a fluid
Swimming into the parallel shape of the show style…

Thus at a blink to the field-
I saw a hundred of thousand of heads of green stretching
In the same height
As I passed one of them, it proffers and spread its hand so blissful
That I had to capitulate mine and shakes it tight-titanic
With zest at it, I inquired kind name sir? 'Solution to man'- replied
Upshh! I quash any intention I had and felt profound for his dynamic statement
Why and how are you a solution to man, gallant bloke?
'Well, young man- my hands capitulate for peace,
Standing straight for oneness,
My head is the glob as unison, each continent and feet dwells in…
Am a symbol for redress to man'
Indeed my friend, you are quite right, I concord! !