Of All That We Have Made Light Poem by Zubyre Parvez

I am man enough to walk, not give in,
With these talents I've nurtured
My skill practiced over these years
And I will write and I will write
If I can spell out my name on the keys
And from the letters with length of string

How much autumn had interrupted the spring
But with new sunrises so much comes to light
Who the oak was I hardly knew at first sight
Though now it stares me in the face
My father my gatekeeper in the manor of place.