Take My Hand Poem by EZEKIEL HARUNA DANBAKI

Take my hand
And come with me
You are beautiful
On this meadow that lost its dew to dust
I walk beside you, craving for one more tune of your voice
It shall make my heart sublime
Tell me, what manner of fate stopped the songs you sang
Is life not meant to be bliss?
What circumstance plunders your petite smiles?
What reason not to cheer and dance?
Oh these wheels in place of your heels
You didn't lose them; I have legs for both of us
You didn't lose love; I have love enough for both of us
I knew, when your tears dried and left footprints of their sojourn on your face
They told stories of last night's agony
Last night's prejudice
Last night's loneliness
When your heart is filled with pain
When the world seems cruel and unkind
And you were all alone
But I'm here now
To be your joy and your guide
As I stretch forth my hand to you
I will look beyond your tearless eyes and see your beauty
I will listen beyond the screech of these wheels and hear your hear
I will feel beyond your cold spirit and touch your soul to warmness
When all else depart from you
I will weave a strong arm round your falling shoulders
Stick tight and whisper 'never mind, my love is here still'
Take my hand and come with me
To the place of serenity