When
mi life hath seen enough of tormenting betrayals
I’ll
prefer to sit on the foamy rocks
B’neath
the nature paradise
There,
where the clement rivers doth cure,
And
watch the healing crystal waters delightfully bend
And
sometimes, I’d love th’ rivers to solemnly curve along
With
th’ pallidness of my soul
Moping
each scar of love denied.
Halt
you waters―Thou may hear mi tragic tale,
“I’ve
loved with such an infinite heart like you waters,
Friends
counsels were― but a sweet bane
Father’s
warmness was―but a titanic storm
Folks,
thy promises were―but a never-born sun,
Dim,
dead and rotten in thy “D” figured paunch vault.
So
me, Mainoo, an endowed star like me;
When
denials hath become a shadow b’neath my good name
Should
the fine light
Of my glistening boon soon be vainly gone?
Hold
me Ghana, Africa― I am the light in thy gloom,
So
you see, Mi flowing friend
Every
man’s life is his own war,
The
kin is―but a liability
Our
loved ones are―but our greatest weaknesses”
Nature
may I be thy eternal companion?
In
you I confidently confine in.
As
I steal a silent ear,
I
find life’s music in thy miming.
See,
the airy flight there’s pleasure in their gildings.
The unflagging hangers, life is beautiful
b’neath those trees.
Thy
boundlessness hath taught me of man’s eternal war,
And
in thy music I find my triumph song.
Somewhere th’ estuary where th’ ocean and tide
gladly merge,
Such
gesture has eagerly taught me to reconcile.
And
at thy tributary, If you were a small stream,
You’d reluctantly flow into a Lethe so
grand!
Such
gesture too hath taught me of man’s exile.
Teacher!
Until a long eve comes twice to me this day;
I
shall be strong
I
shall be strong!
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