by Allan Shawa
Planted among men are seeds of discord, Our hearts; the fertile grounds Bear fruits of hatred, Harvested by benevolent void entities That possesses personalities that stem from the soils of hatred. They seek to prune the yields of love, Because love is the flower That sprouts forth from a thorny bush, When endowed by the light that engulfs the darkness. Love is a flower Imbued with a fragrance, Purposed to eliminate the foul stench of life; It blossoms from the ground below, That once buried our bliss. Love is a flower Deeply rooted to withstand the wind of adversity. Love is a flower; Its seeds implanted in our hearts Spring forth beauty That nourishes the soul By the endless deeds of kindness That hold steady those who branch out, Strengthening the strings that tie our hearts together, While blossoming under the rainy skies.
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.