To the Lily

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Oh bright and innocent Lilium,

Why do you wail in the mountain breeze? 

Golden Splendour, scented Robina,

Why envy the crimson-rose? 

Think not of them, 

You also have your shine.



Behold the sun outshines all

And all life hasten to greet his awakening. 

Yet it is the moon, the lesser light 

That makes the cripple hungry for a walk! 


Village Boy Impressions - The Joys of Mother Africa


How you degrade yourself, fairest lily,

And do the sons of Adam an injustice. 

Though they be beguiled of the sun by day,

They soon seek the shade of the huge baobab

To escape even his charm and grandeur 

But of the moon, it is not told 

That they tired nor sought rest. 


Village Boy Impressions - Moonlit Nights


As the day makes way for the night, 

So does the sun for the moon,

And long into the watches of the night,

The village is bathed in her glorious splendour,

Charmed by her joyous beams

Intoxicated with her beauty.

Only when she grows shy and hides her grin 

Do they, at last, seek their happy mats 

And their beamish faces never fade till dawn. 


Village Boy Impressions - Heart 2 Heart


Dearest lily, 

The day has been long and scorchy, 

The prickly roses have proved fickle, 

The noon heat has faded all their crimson 

Strife has shredded all our desire.

But you, perennial Madonna, endures, 

We are irresistibly drawn to that beauty  

And conquered by that impetus! 

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By John Akanvariyuei Agandin

Similar from the same poet:

Village Boy Impressions - Loved at a Glance

Serenade to my Love

Farming Hymns

The Kayayei's Tale

Unsung Heroines

Choked by the Weeds

When All the Love is Gone!

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