Site icon Words Rhymes & Rhythm

LET THERE BE LIGHT / REMNANTS OF A DYING COMPATRIOT / UNTITLED LETTER TO THE LEADERS OF MY HOMELAND | three poems by Muheez Olawale

tealight candle on human palms

Photo by Dhivakaran S on Pexels.com

Read Time:2 Minute, 14 Second

Let There Be Light

when dark skies ramble their pleas
for light,
the heaviness in their hearts condense
into torrents of tears,

pent up emotions cascading down
their fluffy cheeks as
their knees sink to the marshed cliffs
in the cracks of gusty winds
that breeze their pleas for rainbow,

they bow and pray that rain goes,
—that rain goes
and sun strides to the sky,
blessing them with a smile,
keeping them in a scintillating stillness
that echoes warmth through their veins.

Exit mobile version