Sorrow Is Not For Me Poem by Okim Otu

I've been gliding on rosy cluster
And glinting like smiley booster,
I've been floated by jubilant monsoon
Up high like colourful balloon.

Sorrow is not for me!

I've been dancing with solemn virgins,
To tunes of orchestic violin,
I am the cremated aches of heartfelt dead
That sit beside mothers on diamond bed.

Sorrow is not for me!

I am the wind that blow the tiny violet.
I am the glowing beautiful sunset
That gladden the farmer's heart
Like an appealing work of art.

Sorrow is not for me!

Like the fry that swims in mighty ocean
Sorrow is not for me!
Like the eaglet that fly high in the sky
Sorrow is not for me!