In Shades Poem by Akachukwu Lekwauwa

few things has been
badly treated as
the yellow yolk
within the shell

the vultures that scavenged
upon the excreta
of eke Atta market

few things has been
badly treated as
the cold pangs of death
on the living soul

the eerie echo of silence
within the hollow
of a tunnel

few things has been
badly treated as
the nightfall
into which the day is buried

the cankerworms
that frolicked the buds
of the farmer's garden

few things has been
badly treated as
the gloom
which overshadows light

the workerbee
whose stinger nailed
the old queen of the hive

suddenly and sweetly
familiar, it is upon us again
like the morning dew in November
eyes left drenched
in a refreshing mist
here we embark
on this emotional mountaineering
where slopes are like glass
when our feet slip
we reach out and glide
on the glorious hope
pitching on footholds
that never slides

for all the memories evoked
that comes in shades
not of black and white
but rainbowed, in the clouds
of our heart, and
arched upon the depth
of our soul
for the warmth and bitting cold
the divine and mundane
with tear-drops in our smiles
we embrace it all
for a thing of beauty
is joy forever