A Chick In A River. Poem by Omolola Oladotun David
A Chick In A River.
So tiny was I.
Happy could I remember
Forgetting my hen
And accepting to be a duckling.
Notes and coins I never shed for
As the ecstasy of life, all I saw
Filled and filtered,
Pampered but blind to see the truth.
Behold, it happened,
Crawling; then flying goes time
With births for a new light
To turn me around.
Readily ready was I
All for the inevitable.
Brighter and brighter beams in the sun
As my sockets began to receive them all
Calls and news of liberation
A call of self identity
To see the crown above
Which had not my siblings.
Suddenly drops my utility
For a discovery I had seen
Deceit I had lived in
My identity was I to find
Behold, I had been
A chick in a river
Dedicated to all those who find themselves at wrong places full of fun, excitement, and all the good things of life notwithstanding; but still realizes the need to return home because there's no place like home. RETURN HOME!
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A chick in the river which has slowly developed by inevitable challenge and experience. Good message, Omolola.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/18/2024 6:38:33 PM # 1.0.0.1119
An insightful rendition set aside for sober reflection. Well conceived and elegantly brought forth with conviction. Thanks for sharing David and do remain enriched.