by Allan Shawa
I adore the rainbow when non-obscure The absence of its glow is what I adjure, It has radiance, so radiant and pure; Healing all strife; its glare is forever the cure. I crawl towards its glow and allure Calling it to wander within me; in my heart to tour, In order for its splendor to endure And implant its sparkle to sprout for sure. Its abundance has a hope to assure, Its strength is eternal, for the soul to conjure. A flame for the faithless, to warm the insecure; An embrace for the homeless, to shelter the poor. Despite the unbridled stares of the stars getting fewer; There exists a spark of serenity after the storm’s ire.
Allan Shawa is a 28-year-old Zambian creative writer with a brief background in Short story, script, poetry and songwriting. He is a diploma holder in Procurement and supply, currently working as a Tutor in business studies. His hobbies include reading, writing, physical exercises, watching wrestling etc. Allan hails from a country that dismisses creative writing as a viable art, however, his dream is to carve a living through writing.