AKPARA

Mail soaked by the January rain, 

Containing the beginning and it's end, 

Holding strong in the melting envelope, 

Enveloping the true story and it's sadness, 

On the deliveryman clouds stay uncertain, 

The recipients got it all wrong, 

The soaked mail was the best of them all, 

But how is the truth to be known? 

The ink has washed with the rain, 

The muddy hut couldn't hold strong, 

The paper just has to be accepted, 

Nurtured as it appears, 

And unending anticipation of the truth,

The thorn flesh knows no hurt, 

Compared to the paper mail, 

Life kept on blowing, 

Like the fierce face of Ameshi's Ezeokoro, 

The growth wasn't stable, 

Was unable to resist the pistil battery,

From the hand of the toughest recipient, 

The heart found peace, 

But Only at the Seconds timing,

Like our two wield cycle, 

It moved for balance, 

Hoping that the future will pay the price, 

And was ready to win the prize, 

There came Him, 

Was like the light, 

The prodigies dark Him came, 

Followed by the angelic She, 

The joy was in abundance, 

The white pretty smile Him came, 

And the pure joy followed, 

The mail was truly amazing, 

It has it all, 

Coming fort was the unexpected she, 

Life was pure, 

The long awaited was like paradise, 

But didn't last long, 

The pain couldn't disappear, 

More piercings came fort, 

Out from the unknown pit, 

Seeking the soul of the mail,

How long has it been ?

Soaked by the January rain, 

Ink washed with the rain, 

The blessings came to reign, 

But the road still stays with pain, 

Although the the present a sure stipend,

The future of the Mail is set to reign till end.

By 

MaryJacob Okwuosa