It's not an ordinary poem.
But a poem with a big gong,
To bless you with resounding puns.
To felicitate with you,
Pushing out worries from you.
And giving you full of hopes,
By setting you free from your enemies' ropes.
A trumpet in beat of crotchet,
Punching clouds for your sake.
To rain down rain of everlasting blessings,
And fill your physiognomy with stunning smile.
Listen to its words,
They are with their swords.
To fight for you as Knights,
They are not tired even in the night.
They spark and emit light,
Very stunning and bright.
Just to make sure you're alright,
And make your wrongs right.
©Sunsampaul Egwu Philosopher
Sunsampaul4globe@gmail.com
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