Only beautiful birds sing in the forest
Many trees will suffer droughts of melodies

Few heads of professors have ode for thee
Such colony of professors won't measure up
The ocean of upcoming poets like me_
An ode is dancing in me.

You, the early morning brook.
The purest traditionalist at heart.
For you alone_ Wole Soyinka_ for you
I mould these bricks of praise poetry.

Cheney-Coker did his, Ajisafe did his and
Few dedicated poems my iris count for thee.
Trust me, my white-headed mentor.
Few isn't enough for thy devotion to
Better this world with weapons of words.

Professor Emeritus Wole Soyinka
You've mesmerized me, motivated me;
You're the live wire to my poetic journey.

Trust me, my icon of humility. Trust
Me, my origin of free verse form.
The Lion And The Jewel was a teddy bear
Back then in my age of ten.

Right now, the good news is
Your earthly awards are nonsense to me
When I realized heavens recognize thee
And have already made thee the
Commander-In-Chief of Literary Duties.

Enunwa Chukwudinma S. aka samueldpoetry
(the Leo with wings flying)

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