Sent in by: David Akpan   Views: 303  

SPUR My pen is ready to display the brilliancy of its owner My book in acceptance to bear on it the goodlooking exhibition of my pen I'm at alert,my memory box willing to pour it all out Mystery is the word I'm scared of my cogitations Deeply inspired to let go of my thoughts Hide not your face from me Elude not my entire treasury store Come see,I'm waiting for you Yes!I'm yours,let not the wind blow it off Shouting aloud is my mouth My lips anticipating to procclaim it My innermost being amalgamate in merriness to it Serenation of peace and joy captivates me Stimulus is here and its to stay