john chizoba vincent

Gold Star - 14,445 Points (18 may 1990 / Aba, Abia stae)

I Want To Go Home - Poem by john chizoba vincent

I WANT TO GO HOME

I want to go home
Where the heart belongs,
Where thousand beads speak of
Love without fear and doubt.
Mother' kisses await at the door,
Father's words satre with hope for my return.
I could sense the rosted yam at the fire place,
Waiting to be eaten by my watering mouth.
Am missing the love at home, home sweet
Home, my heart is not left to the wishful
Glance of a watchful world.


Now I go,
Help the virgin girls tie their wrappers;
Let the young boys make use of their legs.
I am going to clear the field with a song
The yam in the farm are waiting to be harvested.
The goats. Bleat for my absence in village,
I miss those trees at the family compound.
The dusty road that painted my innocent face
When I was younger want to paint me again.
Ask not whence the thunder comes
Ask not where the herd had gone to,
Nor why the birds have ceased their songs
When coming home don't take too long,
I shall meet those girls we played together at
The village square.

I shall come soon,
Do not look with watery eyes but
Pray that rebellious sickness don't consume me,
Pray I see mother with kisses and smiles.
Let it be told that I choose to die to die at home,
Rather than rotten on my kneels on a foreign soil.
The grain of my father needs harvesting and
Without me, none shall Enter into the shrine
To appease the gods on the sins of our fathers.

Topic(s) of this poem: nature

Form: Free Verse


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 21, 2015



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