The Birth And The End Poem by Michael Eziudo

How could this world be meaningful
In the dark alley above the turbulence of darkened field
Here the cries shrieked piercing through
Atoned with lullaby from a parent as dutiful
And a milking breast and a caring heart as beautiful

Oh mother can't this world be wonderful
How you have deceived me with your gracious principle
Made me think the world is even as wonderful
But the child uncertain days begin from the weaning days
For those days began his battle bones


I cried
I yarned for the world yonder
I sought the world before this border
Lacking knowledge of how it was
But knowing the time before was better

The race to be a man has begun
What about the struggling that is begun
Would my implicit confidence in myself
Be germane to the dream I pursue in itself
If the flood will flow me according as aligned

Would my insignificant effort matter
The war between nature and I
Would it be a love
No victor no vanquished
Or would a winner be announced in the end

If my flamboyant lifestyle contrast with natures
Austere attitude
If I have a field day everyday without remorse
If my wealth accumulation nip my poverty in the bud
And nature's struggles to stop me amount to building castle in the air
Then I would have beaten nature without it consent

But if arising at a dawn becomes my last
And a speech and a smile my swan sung
And a news announces that devastates my loved ones
For despite all, my stress and fight seem mundane
Then nature would have won in all aspect of the competition with flying colours

But naught it's impossible
Nature never wins as plausible
Because man's short or elongated journey
Is truly one that is never torry
It continues in the yonder truly.