I am not a singer But yet I sang… ….modulating my tones… The trees heard, The flowers danced The bees kicked and rocked… The birds orchestrated for me The melody of love
I sang just for her…. …but she did not hear….
I am not a poet… Yet I wrote… Moulding my words Scripting my phrases… Rhyming… Others read it Many read it…
It was published It won an award
I had written just for her But…she did not read it..
I am not an artist… Yet I sketched Marking with pencil Filling with paints.. Dabbing hues and tints .. Connoisseurs of art adored it …it hung on the walls of the art gallery …it was bought for a price… It now adorns a wall in a Five star hotel…
She’s loved by many but walks alone. It’s not because she has no one to comfort her, or that she isolates herself from those surrounding her, but it’s because she’s all the strength and comfort she needs. While others find
Truth you seek, Character you weave The beauty you perceive, with the eyes austerely. Respect you earn, sacrifice and yearn Leaders you breed, Monarch unveiled. Mother, sister, lover or daughter The legacy you leave of your charismatic nature and affection
Until you’ve put your feet in my shoes don’t tell me you know what I’m going through have you traveled the dismay I have you can never tell me you know how I feel you just don’t know I’m human so I cry, God
No barb wire or wall will separate us No passport to identify No entrance fee or currency No politician of Police man to scare our fundamentals No wall clock ticking No alarms disturbing No black man or white man ruling