When poetry awakens,
Let my quill tell its dreams,
Of lover’s tales
And olden rhymes…

When poetry awakens,
Let its embers be rekindled
To enlighten the young,
To light a flame in the old…

When poetry awakens,
Do not let it sleep again,
Sing a tune from its rhymes
Let a bard harmonise it e’er…

(c) Chukwudi I.