TOO LATE

It is never too late 
To put up a fight
The moon may be up 
While the sun may be down 

It does not mean life can not wear a smile
The stars and moon makes life beautiful 
In as much the sun brings warmth 
To the world after winter is gone 

The man pulling a chart across the street 
Might not be rich as the person working in a bank
Because he does not put on a red tie and black suit
Does not mean he had to beg to feed 

The trees do not beg the earth for water 
Yet she grows tall and reach the sky 
Under her wings the birds nest for shelter  
The earth restored by the little seeds that falls off her heels 

Life sometimes teaches us silly lessons 
Like a man who tills the ground to feed
He does not need to fight for freedom 
His house got all the resources they need 

Watch around you oh beloved brother
Does death have the mandate 
To walk about knocking at a helpless woman's door 
Stop the hate and life will be filled once again with joy 


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WHEN

A poem dedicated to Roy Inyang as requested by Abimbola Otu

When the sun is gone, the night weary of stars

When the sea is licked up and life full of scars

When the heart can't bear to love anymore

The world mournful of souls she can't care for

When all you have left are blank memories

Of the choices you have to make which are not fair

When hope and faith is completely forsaken

For so long you've waited but time is running

When you can't find a reason not to get hurt

Look beyond your dreams, for you will find 

I will always be there to make you smile

For friends stick together till the end of time

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LOVE AT REST

Love at Rest (20) :::Days will pass !

To have your caring smile's refulgence an encore, for sure ;
I search you everywhere from dense forests to seashore.
When i look at heart's page for your merrier loving face,
Fair amount of grooming emotion sensitises your resurgence.

By your steering love my swelling heart inscribes few words
To be beside you and on the lap of your protected world.
I seek more presence of guardian angel , my healing agent,
The blooming intimacy enflames that'll never be left .

Moving unto my quest again i look up the blue sky.
Holding your solemn fingers solidity finds stakes on high,
A jar of beliefs regenerates for all time dreaming star.
But , Alas! A wish repeatedly collides with God's car.

My fettered heart takes off higher from ashes of mass
"Life is a thrashing crash and my days will pass."

©® deepak kumar dey dkd ,
Jan 18