Seven Lamps Poem by Hope Ajagun
Seven Lamps
You asked for sunshine
As you did wished for rain
Or a forward march to childhood
If no other option but pain
You saw seven lamps
You saw seven white calabash
Yet the wake is still harsh
Like an empty cistern or gourd
When will the cistern be full
And the gourd provides � drip
If not linked with the stream
Never say nay, the rains will suffice
When the parched earth
signals the firmament.
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4/28/2024 5:57:58 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A beautiful poem.. I love it