I WISH MY PEN COULD SPEAK by Egbelade Onifade

I wish  my pen could speak,
I wish  it watered with dew,
flourish like the four rivers
Sleeping in the garden of Eden.

Though;
I can roar  like  a lion.
I can  prey on my hidden
treasures  buried in my belly.

The chip of the old block is lost
Makes  me look uncompleted.

Since the lighter have gotten  the wood
Since the carver have carved it
And given the breath of life.

All seems uncompleted
because the hidden  treasures lie in the belly.

All withered  like the   tree
Alas! I wish YOU could  write with  my magic finger.

© Egbelade Onifade