The Man Unknown (Mr. Christ-Jovita Ezeji. My Mentor) Poem by Ogu Henry Chijioke8888

He Choosed to toil behind the ink,
He Sailed by boat, beyond i think,
He Took his time to look at things,
He Wrote of Men and Queens and Kings
like fairy tales of lands of green.


Oh, once a time they broke his heart,
The once he trust turn him apart,
He wrote of them beyond their art,
Oh, that could be like to tell his start.


His mother use to be his Dove,
To him she was his Only love,
His bird of trust, his only Home,
The Only one sent from above.


Oh, once a time I use to dream
To write with Gold and be like him
My head was high by rhyms and dreams
He sat me down dearly with pen
showed me colours of words that gleams
Things like a love, like Lion lieing in a den.

The book of History nailed his name,
He welcomed Wisdom, built his fame,
In Rainbows colours was his name
He never loved the ladies that goes with shame


But the only thing that brought him pain,
Was when his mother's death was plain.

Oh, he tore his heart with tears and grief,
For death has enjured his heart with grief,
For that he burried her love, her smile in him,
Since love and life has left his dream.