His birth was extra-ordinary.
Good tidings he bagged from beyond.
His love, the deaf could hear,
His kindness, the blind could see.
So great but yet Humble,
A God, but He chose mortal.


His Miracle were countless, indiscriminate, and sumptuous.
Pure as Lamb, and sinless as baby.
For His love, hatred was exchanged.
For His Care, Betrayal was coined.


With cruel they strucked the innocent.
Blood finds path down His body, like a drink offering.
With great Pain, His body quiver.
He wept till no more tears safe blood.


To the place of the skull,
In the view of all,
He was Crucified.
Yet to all Sins, He declared.....
'IT IS FINISHED'

Darkness luck up the room.
Silent breeze engulfed the surroundings.
Quietness rules the moment.
I could hear my Organs kicking.
All thanks to PHCN. (power holding company of Nigeria)

To and Fro, my body rolls,
Searching for a sleep not near fetch.
Surely it will be long,
before the shadows go,
a bit lesser before the **** crews.

"ring" "ring" my phone buzz,
in the eve of the night,
the screen light shows.
yes! yes!!
it must be Her,
the caller whose voice my ears envisage,
her recent call, i still nurse in my Heart.

I rushed to the phone in a flash,
but lo!
Nothing at all,
My Phone was quiet as the grave.
what an imagination!
Leaving me with just a wish.