There are places we can’t imagine,
You don’t wish to go there,
You don’t wish to be a guest,
Murky, dark and cold-deep,
Filthy, slimy and malodorous,
Turbulent, rocky and meandering,
Unsettled, wavy and undulating,
There are places we can’t imagine,
Beauty unsoiled,
Nature in its pristine wonders,
Calm, peaceful and unperturbed,
Colourful, radiant and enchanting,
Home forever to dwell,
An abode to endless long for.
There can still be a change,
There can still be a reversal,
The undesired to the desired,
The neglected to the accepted,
All lie in our hands,
All lie in our will.
Thompson I. Emate is a graduate of the University of Ibadan, Ibadan, Nigeria. His keen interest in creative writing particularly prose and poetry have seen him spend most of his leisure time writing these two. He has his poems, “Foot Soldier” and “Lilies” published in a youth magazine. He lives in Lagos, Nigeria.