Here,another sunset rise
From the crossroads of two meeting footpaths
Combat-ready for mundane warpath
Now,another Plath leans to be apprised
Last winter,his tongue suckled the milk of glands
For harmattan to make him creep
Racing with Eze in farmlands,'Bopeep' !
Sons now fathers,of ranking grande
Thy days,blooming as tender mallow
Hours left,glowing like illuminated crystal
For thy a blessing to birthing pistil
A sage mashed in the garment of callow
Egwu ! The pen which spits fire
Egwu ! The pen that eternally rests on pyre
The pens of the grove bow to thy attire
As the Philo's birth is proclaimed by the crier.
©Balogun Yusuf Gemini.
Happy Birthdate, Sunsampaul Egwu Philosopher.