'The Path Of Sani' Poem by WIN VENTURA

He walks in silence, tall and slow,
With eyes that see the seeds we sow.
Not here to punish, not to blame,
But to burn the lies we drape in name.

His cloak is dark, but heart is wise,
He teaches truth, no sweet disguise.
When joy delays and roads feel long,
He builds your will, he makes you strong.

Through nights of tears and winds of doubt,
He shapes your soul from deep within out.
And when he leaves, you'll rise and see—
You've bloomed in pain, and now you're free.

So bow to him, the shadow king,
Who teaches peace that light can't bring.
For every wound he carved in stone
Will birth a light that is your own.

By: - WIN VENTURA