Just for a roll of parchment
We walked down the thorny cramped road
Where the chilly western wind of the dark night
Came Sizzling into the medulla oblongata
Washing away the colours of the mind
And leaving it confused like a bat
Upward could not go and down must not come
Just for a roll of parchment
We moved from place to place like the Fulani
In search of the chalk man’s hard disk
Hidden in archaic black and white leaves
That were already suffering senile dementia
And offers –isms
That end up in folded leaves
Just for a roll of parchment
We bore the mosquito’s sucking kiss
The twitching eye caused by candle’s tongue
The arching head as for sleepless night
And lonely days like Abraham far from home
Groping and scrambling for disabled password
Inscribed in a vainful fold of leaves
Just for a roll of parchment
We felt the scotching heat of the day
The goads from the green shepherds
Aching back for heavy yokes
And walked sluggishly with stillborn hopes
Loitering away precious years in inactivity
To fix a maskfor a an empty parchment
The pretty young girl
The pretty young girl likes petals
On the neat red rose she sorts it
Ignoring colorless sepals
Alluring petal rose has it
The pretty young girl likes petals
But rose has got a sharp dagger
The snake also likes rose petals
Though not to stop now her hunger
The pretty young girl needs petals
The rose has got to wait for her
Waving alluring red petals
The snake has got to compete with her
Amid the piercing rose thorn sting
For no ease comes any good thing
Great Poetry-'Just for a Roll of Parchment'. I have not forgotten and will never forget my obsession with the academic world before I got into the university, and my feeling of 'it's just like every other thing i ever fought for' after it. Where it doesn't resemble the other things is in the rigours it subjected me to, rigours i am not sure were that necessary. But I don't regret being to the university. That is speaking the truth.
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