Where art thou? Where art thou?
You scribber with a crying muse.
Where art thou? Where art thou?
With your bruised flapping pen.
On the ocean sits your words
Diving deep into its ripples
Preying on the silence of your pen.
Oh! Scribber
Where art thou? Where art thou?
The truce in your calmness
Beat the ears of the delinquent
Placating evil with a soft palm.
Where art thou? Where art thou?
Thou who scribe in pain and rain
Where art thou? Where art thou?
You whose heart is filled with ink
On the terrain of wriggling voices
There, you buried your passion
Within a solitary confinement.
Oh! Truth seeker.
Where is your panting pen?
Where art thou? Where art thou?
You that has been crowned with words.
Where art thou? Where art thou?
The world awaits your return.
Written by Tokede Daniel
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