Christiana - Poem by Patrick Utitufon
Why these eagerness and anxiety?
Why this sudden curiosity?
Time does not fly; it merely moves a hand
Round its stationary stand
The tales of yesterday
Are they not same as of today?
So, why this anxiety?
Why this curiosity?
I know of Little Tom, Dick and Harry
They know the skies are still starry
The Sun-Heaven's lamp still shines bright
Has never grown weary of her light
These flowery waters
Are still nourishing these watery flowers
And the little ferns are flourishing green
Like they have always been
But you have grown up so sudden
Though the mystery may be hidden
And it seems your days of childhood
Had groomed you more for good
For that girl of yesterday
Same is lady of today
Though nothing has really changed yet
Twilight still comes after sunset.
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