Godwin Inyang's Blog

  Along the lonesome track of derailed dreams, Even your shadow would play pranks on you; Your mind reels and your sight suddenly dims As a dense forest of imps blocks your view.   The gigantic shadow at rosy dawn Has dwindled to a dwarf at baking noon, Abandons you at dusk and you're all forlorn As dreaded night comes and you pant and swoon.   Yet the real dreamer is unfazed and knows: In every gentle breeze hides a raging storm And no matter how strong the wind blows Soon it must give way to that which is norm.   Just dream it and it can be actualized; A shattered dream again can be organized. {THE POEM IS FROM MY COLLECTION, 'COLOURS (OF LIFE, LOVE AND FAITH)'.}

  One look at the long hilly track; One look at the burden on its back; The tortoise certainly knows Only a steady pace can win life’s race. {THE POEM IS FROM THE COLLECTION, 'COLOURS (OF LIFE, LOVE AND FAITH)'.}