FISHERMAN TO FISHERS-OF-MEN
From the smallest village of no-man’s-dream
Arose the little prince ordained of nature
Like a tender root of mushrooms’ tap
Expands beyond the sprouted wild seeds…
Ne’er had any catch the wonders of what nature-
Tend to express before the earth inhabitants
Like a tender plant grows to fullness
Testing the lesson-path of great men’s aspirations
Humble at birth, valour in pursuit
Of man’s great path of refining intellect-
Struggles to top e’en in tortuous journey
Hanging rags upon his back
Tumultuous journey to and fro on bare-feet…
Break of jinx as vision drew nigh
Father’s unfailing vision e’en on fishnets
Strenuously sent onward to citadel of great minds
To learn but one of nature’s endowed artistry…
The journey of one foot, a thousand miles we go
From men shorten thoughts of cometh see
Sinking more deeper, “goldenly” rewarded
Eruption of joy enveloped the atmosphere
A small dream now a sterling vision
Treading path of great minds, imparting to tender minds
Passion all round before the curios minds to learn
Tirelessly teaching the wonders of nature
Destiny’s call comes calling unbound…
From a loyal servant to a faultless master
Learning the curves, the intrigues, the facts
Governing the minds, the souls, the territory
Of Blackman’s race cravings- for a taste of the puddings…
Lesson of humble birth bedewed him of values
Of patience in tribulations, love in hate
Humility in haughtiness, forgiveness in adversity
David’s Rezny? : A Shepherd boy to a Great king.
Today we longed for a change
Tomorrow we see transformation
Wrought of one nature ordained
To free the enslaved
Many a year may passed
With no vision turning a reality
But with focus on sight
Softly the sky our starting point
When we shall join in the merriment
Rejoicing what heavens bestow on all….
Many a trials, thorns and thistle
Dotted the path to a great tomorrow
When no good comes easy, ne’er on earth’s surface
A nature’s principle of dream, vision cum reality…
Before the sweet comes the bitter-
The selfsame sky pours hot and cold
But patience keeps the humble
Inspires the downhearted
Transforms the downtrodden….
Today we might not dance for joy
Because the rubbles of yesteryears must be cleanse
Tomorrow might be too nigh to raise the hope
But future a t time for the living to join in reformation
Redemption draws nigh than ever before
With all heads raised high we win the battle
And set our nation on path of greatness
A land flowing with milk and honey-coupled nature’s “Black Gold”
A thought for all to ponder-joining hands with “gods’ own chosen vessel” .
The dreams may vary, the vision’s sure
Tarries a while, will surely come to fruition
Men see but a fisherman in you-
But like Peter, heaven see “Leader among Equal” in you……..!
The will of the people stand sure unshaken
God be forever praised, not mortal man……
Courtesy
Aniekanabasi Thralldom 2011 -2nd September.
