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NOW AND ANON



                                                                  NOW AND ANON


Now and anon,
The very essence of existence in debate,
All but non,
Could the true answer propagate.
Many for riches opined,
Some for wealth potend,

A sect for affluence contend,
Other for power at its peak aligned.
The question itself still persist,
As all that tried to assist,
Like buffoons failed,
And in bitter anagnorisis  wailed.
For decades scholars on this course researches,
For centuries genius theories propound,
On which humanity are meant to be bound,
But ephemerally they melt like ashes.
Intellectual minds for years conferences organized,
Planets wise for this riddles analyzed,
 With critical submissions collated,
Enrapt with scintillating loin well boated,
Like a sophisticated phantom of arms,
All but useful as a paralyzed arms.
The goal yet defeated again,
The centenary quest continue without gain,
Here and there humanity seek,
Ceaselessly without an atom of idea that they have grown sick.
Many In this quest died,
Some with their goal defeated lied,
For the shame of failure avert,
And fame of personality alert.
When the hope of humanity has dwindled,
And the search subsided low,
With souls and zeal’s gone low,
And once scintillating agog face wrinkled,
Did just but a soul arise,
With the much anticipated solution,
That has for ages the world terrorize,
As crystal clear after ablution.
She never voyaged to the east,
Neither did she journeyed to the west.
All she did was abhor being beast,
And embrace virtue with zest.
Disgusting evil with passion,
Detesting corruption in fury,
Protesting against tribalism, segregation, and racialism in action,
And vying for its entrenchment in jury.
She embraced all in her profession,
Treating all her pupils in class as her wards,
As she tenderly shepherd them to profession,
Where G od and morality must be their watch words.
With this she made impact,
 And her children vastly grown into leads,
With her footprint in them still intact,
And the world a better place course they lead.
Her memory for anon lingered,
For her impact in them that triggered,
And has indirectly molded souls,
That ordinarily for ill breed mind would have been sold.

Now at ease the world became,
Having found the solution they sought that never came.




  EZIHIE STANLEY
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