POETRY FOR U Gh

This journey of life tells me as nature seems, that I'm on set: Thus, if I sing, I sing with passion; And if I stride, I stride with grandeur for such is passion. Caressing , caring and sharing are traits bestowed in me : Annoyance , abhorrence and discontent all; signpost a measure I'm destined. All that I am now is what I was foretold to be : cause all about me is a  written novel, read out loud, as the staged man acts accordingly. As a staged man, I'm to dispense my best act. Can the stage man act contrary to that which is written on script ?. I sing with passion cause  it's my act; And I act with grandeur for such is passion. Hence, as a sojourner,  judge me not neither condemn me, For all that I am now; I am because it's written of me, and I 'm fulfilling. By Jokarth Agubiya. 

I am the land of wealthy-fame Abounding in a wealth so tamed. My name mentioned, even by the lay And more by sales.  I am the land of wealthy-fame: with rich minerals resources abounding in my soil. My children explore and exploit; And till and extract without toil. Blessed...blessed indeed I am , that My wealth reaches the other subordinates of the motherland. Blessed indeed. My children walk gallantly with glorious hopes Yet, with heart-sickening souls they mourn. Why ?. 'cause they are unkempt; Thus, they weep. Oh! Oh! My children: I know all you crave for, Just a little comfort; yes, That I know. I am the land of wealthy-fame With a plight so taint; My roads untarred , my city unkept. Why ?. 'cause  I miss a hero A hero of the gone ages. A hero of the day and all I ’ve crave for. The songs of a hero , when my children will sing through ages with smiling faces. When?. By Jokarth Agubiya

WANTING NOTHING BUT A SIGH   On a day as bright as this,  With the sun, glittery as such ; Wonders forward a child.  Wondering lonely like a cloud.  Wanting nothing but a sigh ; And friends beyond a mile.                                Then all of a sudden,   Accorded such a love!  Of well wishers and friends,     On my wall and, texts?.  Huh!.  A poet could not but gaze         In awe of such a company  And bow with a sigh.