POETRY:- PRIMA FACIE

                        PRIMA FACIE

In the wilderness of my thought

And in between the valley and the hill

I stand whistling loud

The great mother on the RockHill

Moremi of our time

Mother of the down-trodden

Great fellow fending for the poor

And gives succour to the less privileged

Her charming smile and calmness

Quench the fire of wants in the cities

She made stumbling feet to rise again

And rekindles the hopes of the masses

The Sunbeam that paints the spheres

With sweetness and gladness

And men around the nation raised their voice

"For she is a jolly good fellow"

Then I got a chance to work with her

I thought luck had shined on me

But working with her closely

I realized what I see, is not what I get

Their is more to the story behind the scenes

My prima facie was wrong

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