My heart makes way for expressions
And my mind paves it with cobbles of words,
My pen walks the path leaving imprints on layers of paper
I look back and see them in retrospect
Happy at times and sometimes not so glad
Exercising the brain to align and array the rhymes
Working arduously to macadamize and map out the road
Yes I am a poet laying out my asphalt thoughts
planed and smoothed with the resort of literary tools
Until the cobbled pathway is impeccably smooth, work of art…
Heading straight to the heart of the wanderers…


© ✍️©️®️ Vandana Oke
21 March 2023