In me is a big question
It rings because of what they say
Their comment set my head in frenzy
It’s such an inevitable question
It goes; what could be the cause?
What could be the cause?
That they have to protest
Of how am always noisy
My voice is unbeatable
At any hot argument
They also speak about me
Saying I am supper at slumbering
Calling me a bush baby for that
But is this not contradicting
What then could be the cause?
At least this one is encouraging
Because it makes me feel better
That, I am mentally liberated
I don’t like suffering with no reason
So, I help setting them free.
In fact they like it so much
That I press the boss hard
Squeezing the truth out him
Quenching all threatening darts
That disturbs their peace.
There’s however one other thing
That keeps me in peace and bliss
Because they say it’s good for me
It’s good for them too I believe
But, why should it be so?
They say I laugh so loud
So, it eats up my stress
But when I just smile
I look so lovely that
Their hearts melt at that.
This question isn’t easy
It’s eaten up my mind
When I pondered about it
I got a foggy memory
Of the first days of my life.
When I was unborn
I lived in great bondage
When I was born
Things took place
This developed my character.
When I was in that bondage
I couldn’t yelp lest I took fluid
When I got liberated
I made the loudest noise
I’ve found it nice, And
I will never stop it.
The only contrast is that
When I got liberated
I forgot to woke up quickly
When I realized, it was too late
So, I never learnt to be awake.
The bondage I served
Was enough for a person like me
Now that I am at liberty
I fear leaving it for another bondage
That’s why I resist any oppression.
When I was in the womb
They cheat that I ate
While I know I did not eat
So, while I seek to eat truly
I must find out all the other trueth.
Though I was late
But when I wake up
I had never smiled earlier
So, I noticed my mom’s smiles
They were so gracious.
However with time
I realized she laughed loud
So, since I was young
I’ve wanted to laugh loud
So, I will always be louder than before.
That’s why now am convinced
That nothing is wrong
All I do has a source
Don’t you retort at me
Come on let’s reason
You’ll all come to know
Why I behave the way I do
And you’ll therefore love it all.
....the proposed "DIETY OF MAN / CHARACTER / THE QUESTION..."
a blessingtone publication.
(c)2006
Nyasishortforms.