To Naratua Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

TO NARATUA
Do not refuse the invitation
Of a prince with a toiling heart
Many slung behind to witness
The tranfer of power between.
The white and the dark hands
My vegetable shall grow in your muse
Clapping their hands with smile
Naratua, thou, by my right hand shall
stand but none, I think you accept my
Offer to be my queen on that palatable day
When I shall smile my tongue out to have
A crown place on my forebearing head as
The King when our time is never devoured.
Naratua, the Wind Speak of you in clamour
While my heart languish in slowly 'cos' you
Are far from its beat when it transpires gentily
Do not leave me Naratua, for my muse await thee.

(C) John chizoba vincent