By Orode Ajuwaghan

To search…
How is that for a Human constant.
A trait ingrained, deep in the fabric of our being,
Long before we were an amalgamation of several conscious thoughts.

Tis a maker’s humour,
To gleefully watch over creations futile attempts to placate desperations.
Mindlessly groping amongst the shadows,
Across jagged and straight lines.
For all things, between us and them.

To believe that we are almost there,
just around the corner and beyond the wall.
One more step, tis nearly done.
Reach again, behind the thin wisp and the veil,
Still,
it is, nearly close enough to touch.

Orode ,is a legal Practitioner and an aspiring writer and poet. She resides in Delta State , Nigeria. Elusive , is a free style poem about man’s constant search. 

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