My Burden Poem by CHIGOZIE DANGOL

How hard I have knocked on the doors,
The silence that reverbs and the echoes still
I wonder why the gods deem it so,
The man must find the woman.

My heart is torn to shreds,
My palms are bruised,
Will my search be in vain,
Or should I travel farther than the blue waters,
Yet am I alone for we are legions of whom the man must find the woman.

If the rain does not fall,
How will the seedlings thrive,
My fathers before my father sought,
Till this day I am constrained to search,
I pray the rain tarry not longer
Lest in vain would I have planted!

My will is diminishing,
Yet this burden I must bear
Till the doors are opened
The man must find the woman.