An evening of July, I was standing in front of a coffee shop, it was our first date. A date which was fixed by our parents. I was patiently waiting for you amidst the noise and chaos of cars and buses. I was thrilled to meet u, even after a hectic day in office like we all wait for the first rain of the season.
Few moments later, an auto stopped by splashing the clogged water. You stepped outside while arranging your salwar and removed your hairs from your face which was half curled and drenched in rain. With a flash of lightning I saw u for the first time and that very moment I fell for you...
Shango (Yoruba language: Ṣàngó, also known as Changó or Xangô in Latin America; and as Jakuta or Badé) is an Orisha, a deity in Yoruba religion. Genealogically speaking, Shango is a royal ancestor of the Yoruba as he was the third Alaafin of the Oyo Kingdom prior to his posthumous deitification. Shango has numerous manifestations, including Airá, Agodo, Afonja, Lubé, and Obomin. He is known for his powerful axe. He is considered to be one of the most powerful rulers that Yorubaland as ever produced.
Sango! The god of thunder. Fierce in mind and spirit. Man no one could inherit. If a lier swears in his name, Would get stuck to death.
Sango! The god of thunder. Brass crown on his head, Double axe in his hands, a symbol of dread.
Sango! The god of thunder. This eyes are burning fire His strength are in his words, just ease. A standing motto for justice.
Sango! The god of thunder. The heart of boiling gold of deed. He's the joy for for which the innocent are freed.
Sango! The god of thunder. Only the evil doers at night Face his merciless sight. The wicked during the day , Are left speechless on what to say.
Sango! The god of thunder. Cast them beatings of lightning and thunderstruck. There is no escape, for all evil is stuck. Sango of rights in equality, Dance to him in turns of virility.
Touch of rain gentle when it fall on skin Twinkling these colourless droplets imply Welcoming comfort and vanish all pain Like mom's lullaby, showering from high With striking lightning and thunder from sky To make plants and flowers smile with all might It spin all over the ground without plight Enticing smell of petrichor is pure Heavenly aroma make heart feels light. Droplets left on grass glisten and allure.
The dizain poetry form is French domain. Basic rules of the dizain poetry form is:
One 10-line stanza 10 syllables per line Rhyme scheme: ababbccdcd
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soulfulstirringsWow.. a beautiful narrative .. sometimes we bond with inanimate things in inexplicable ways .. they become our silent source of strength .
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