A genius taken for a dummy!

In musical  notes composing
Ethiopia’s giant
Saint Yared , irate, once
Opted to run away
From an ecclesiastical school
Dubbed by his priest teacher
An idiot and a fool
Worse still
Looked down and ridiculed
By class mates, not cool.

Desirous to to burn his boat
He Trekked past a forest
And a pool
Determined never
To see those
Who cherish to pull
Over his eyes the wool.

Tired,he took a rest
By a tree shade
“I am good for nothing!”
Resonating in his head.

He continued
To lament his fate
Unaware God
Has a plan
To make him great.

While battling
To forget his pain
He saw a God-sent worm
Trying to climb a tree
Again,again,again,again
Again and again in vain!

To his surprise
The undaunted worm
Didn’t fight shy
In its seventh trial it
Managed to climb
The tree high
To enjoy the fruits laden
On the boughs
Outstretched to the sky!

Drawing a lesson
Saint Yared
Returned back to school
To out smart all
Who took him for
An dummy and a fool!

At long last he
Pioneered in composing
Ten path breaking
Musical notes that
Have no match
By any of, to date,
Succeeded batch!

Strange as it may appear,
Oblivious to
The unintentional
Piercing of his foot
By a king’s spear,
Fine-tuning
His ear
To angels’ orchestra to God
Engrossed, he was seen
With a similar passion
Praising the Lord!

Based on a true story! Google and read .Saint Yared,musical composer from Ethiopia.

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The acid test of love’s intensity

“Even for a fraction of a second
You, I don’t want  to miss!
In dancing attendance on you
I will never be remiss!”

This was your pledge
When in an eye-opener
Romance we were on
The same page.

Also it was your
Wont uttering
“Allow me please,
Now and then,
On your dainty lips
To plant a kiss!”

Putting at risk my health
Passing through
The valley of death
I gave you an offspring
Which we found
A miraculous
And strange thing!

When fantasies
To responsibility
Ceded place
You made a habit
Driving me
To the end of
My patience!
You drop to a pub
For quick once
With  your bachelor friends,
Who affectation-packed affection
On you dance!

I don’t think
You will lack
“Quick you have
To get back on track!”

Standing firm
And close by a  lactating spouse
In the teeth of responsibility
Also adversity
Is the acid test of
Love’s intensity!

You must not jump ship
The cream of the cake
After you did sip!

The feeling of a woman irritated by her husband a year latter from her marriage