When in school I was sent to a prayer gathering once,
They thought it would change some of my ways hence.
And around me, each Bible had page and pages inked in red
My lines of black on white, well, looked kind of dull and dead.
So that night, inspired, with red ink and rule
I underlined pages till my fingers turned blue.
Years later, back home, I found that Bible one holiday morn,
Standing out in red were chapters from the Song of Solomon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.