My Pulse Poem by Olorode Olorunleke

MY PULSE
Up above the hill I trend round the aisle of bewilderment
Jumping up and down in joy that lay in sorrow
Like a man on the ultimate search my heart did pants
There the gods looked at me in a mockery of what will be my end
The journey on aisle I embarked for joy to be my god
Being lonely herein and out that called on astghik to bear my cross
The call which was refused not as the saviour had instructed
But for a search of a companion to be a better half beyond a rose
To the damsel before the balcony flowers my heart then flipped
Like her goddess I was turned down
Than vashti whom in pride was pull down
My worth has from thence being made not relevant
That almost in the ears of all the ladies in this world I sing my songs
The factor of their refusals yet not clear
Not the NEPA bill that can't be clear
Hear my prayers o divine that my sorrowful heart lay to celebrate
After these tribulations that I find myself for the sake of better half
Let the heart of blessing be open to me to be my wife
Then songs of praise in our home will know no end.
Let not your heart be raise that my bones will be crush in a mall
As many have put me in beset mind to make my heart dull
Make a very good search of me and you will find me with no encumbrances
The joy of life having no sorrow I desire from you not a beset of mind
Not seeing me as pest for in the bosom of your heart my all is crushed
Neither enemy I desire from you nor any lust has ever grown in me towards you in the morrow
Daily joy of heart I seek from you than a companionship that reign among kids
Setting my eyes on you assures me that my adventure of love will not end in sorrow
Kindly hear my prayers the most beautiful and virtuous of all.