Fastoon Of Life Poem by DANIEL ESSIEN

The rosy soften voice
having to come-no choice
Scooting painfully from uterus
Mother wobble breathlessly
The final push-the first cry
Pains ended in joy of psalms

In ages of times he turns
days after stages he learns
Sipping breast nipples jealously
At the dawn of every tone
His modernity grew
Infantry vanished like dews

Crawling, standing and falling
Words after words signs of incipient
Mother worried, concerned and unrest
He takes toddle staggered steps
Mother stash in static stare
For safety, watoon and cares

He leads his peer's guild
In a morganatic mores
Without me the guild falls
With me success is sure
At the finale of his terror reign
Success grew more and more

The squally mistral of death lower his deign
Dazzling on him untimely
And gallow him to grave cross
As he trek the ghost street
He asked a living ghost
How is the gulf? -more success than a ever.