Tons of admiration

For the peak of the mount.

From now to then

The admiration never stops.


Oh! Look at it!

The pride of the mount!

Devoid of the peak,

The mount is noughts.

That is where many

Long to be

To dine with the sky

And sense the world.

But does anyone notice?

The one who gets the neglect

As all gawk at the pinnacle?

The burden-bearer!

The foot of the mount

The strong support


                   The firm foundation


That keeps the peak

Where to prevail.

© Florence Ezekafor