...The Scribber Bah... When first his words communicate to my senses My attention went lost in colourful imaginations Then I asked my senses Who could this guiding light be?? He who communicates in the tongue of God He who communicate in the language of God He who inspires my senses to rise and shine Then I told my conscience This guiding light must haven fallen down from heaven This my brain told me without a mistake Under his wings of home He tender my shyness like pie Envelope my senses in a comfortable planet Chai! This guiding light is but a breeze Who shall never freeze For as long as time sneeze Truth is but satisfactory But never simple My eyes witnesses My breath can testify My senses adhere To his wholeheartedly love for me When first I knocked on his doors He welcomed my image with a smile A smile that quenched my heart Making me attentive and rational Ah! Am never wrong choosing you as a mentor My guiding light My sunshine and motivation My dearest mentor Strong enough to make you my daddy When light shines Opening my prematured brain All I see Is your pious image Your truthful heart Your love for children Your smiling mind Your comfortable looks Your friendship I am overwhelmed having to know a pure heart like you I wrote your name in the skies But the sorrowful wind blew it away Then I wrote it in my heart In there it shall remain for as long as time survives When hearts desires for mentors All I see is you I wish time could lean And pardon me to open my packages to you Only then would you know That hearts appreciate your aids When hearts sing songs That could comfort me In a transparent style Then my voice rains TO YOU THE READER... I shall say non if not Respect this piece As it contain a part of my heart Which could easily go fragile And ends up smashing like glass on the floor Fall for this piece Appreciate this piece For its a symbol of Lamin Barrows appreciation... Dedicated to Mr. Musa Bah By ##Lamin Barrow## ##Nusratz poet... ...Rainbow poem...
Posted on: Wed, 24 Dec 2014 20:32:25 +0000