Walking all alone on the rugged road
Falling down on the dungs across
Rising up again with a ray of hope
Falling again with a drop of hope
Rising up in a state of dilemma
Along the decision moment
A soul comes, grabs my hand
Leads me out of this desert!

The soul’s words drives me on
His words heal my lonely life
He directs me to a fertile land of joy
The soul keeps me alive day by day
His soothing words wakes up my
Dead spirit!

He leads me to an unknown settlement
Waking up and finding out I’m back
In the desert
Back to my hopeless and lonely life
Is the soul a helper or confusionist?


Wuraola inks…..

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