A bunch of your thoughts bloom every day__
In the vase of my heart before the sun’s ray__
Falls. How sweet to know that there is someone for me?
Sweeter when it is none other than you!
A spark of delight to see you out of my zest
As if I stepped into a land knows no caste
Devoted never less than a feminine Igbo to Christ
My mission always runs towards a socialist.
No success for the our zeal around
A wish to mold__
The society to live and die not as chauvinistic__
Though Long ago we were stigmatized quixotic!
Stays back at home, but no venture
Life is Stoical, for our love has no future
Says no place in grass but in cloud nine
I live in death for I trust in Heaven!
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