That Journey Poem by CHRISTOPHER MUDIENYI

I heard a knock on the door,
Or was it a thud on the floor,
Wow! My dear friend,
Come out and follow the trend,
I was very much confused,
So that to be convinced, I refused,
Then the immense booming voice,
That cruel, grumbling voice,
Was to welcome me into the desiccated jungle.

I was being thrown out of the semi paradise,
To a land full of trials and cries,
I set out on a journey so long,
Though I did not know if the way was wrong,
The way taking me from the greens of nature,
And slowly leading me into the browns of the feature,
The land was extremely dry,
How I wish the heavens could cry,
This tears that could save the baking earth,
From unknown wrath.

Basking in the non - optional midday sun,
As hot as it was, I felt I could run,
Not to sound like I was crazy,
Then lo! I saw this beautiful daisy,
I plucked one that was about to bloom,
So that my day could not be of gloom,
Through the days to come though stiff,
I could at this flower actually sniff,
At the hard smell of the desert,
That a chilly aroma if I am to assert.

As the days went by,
I was filled with hope that seemed nearby,
I saw the daisies amid the cactus,
This made me remember the green nature's features'
But that was not to be as my daisy came to wither,
I was still on long journey that was short neither,
Over the rocks, across the sandy plains,
I looked at the skies but no signs of the rains,
Then I went down the valleys,
Until I came to this little oasis.

Here I got some life,
That made me forget about my daily strife,
Then guess what! I saw a rose,
And with sighs of relief, I had to pose,
But who brought this rose to the jungle?
Where the conditions do strangle,
I had no answer but at least I had hope,
That out of the dry land I would hop,
The wonderful scent made me relieved,
But I was wrong in what I believed.

I did not know that roses were thorny,
And that the aroma and the colors were Connie,
There was a thorn in my flesh,
And I had to begin afresh,
On this long and usually short journey,
Though I did not know where to with the journey,
That was through the terrains,
And how I wish there were trains,
To take me on a journey so long,
Whose destination I so long.

Will come with me?
No! Please don't come,
For I have witnessed the tribulations,
And I don't want you to be in these trepidations,
My dear it is so tough a road,
But I have a guide to lead me on as I tread,
Through the vales of death's shadow,
Until I come to the truth of the meadow,
Where the chuckling birds full of jubilation,
Will tell me that this is my destination.