PEOPLE ARE MY WINGS
PEOPLE ARE MY WINGS
I am a bird
Created without wings
My furs are light
And my skin is open to the wind.
My eyes are bright
I’m focused like an eagle
I see clearly even at night
And the sun’s light never scares
my vision
So I’m both nocturnal and diurnal.
I’m a singer
Nightingales praise me too
I sing morning and night
I have no water
I have no food
But when I sing, my stomach is
filled.
Call me a mysterious bird
I will concur with glee
I’m not jealous because I admire
other birds as they fly
But as they fly, the melody from
my poor mouth
Attract them, and they thank God
for my voice.
On the Iroko’s zenith I aim to
sing;
A tree where the eagles dine
A tree where all eyes begs to eye
A tree where the angels pray that
we attain
But unfortunately not all
attains.
Daily I become kin to sing on its
top
Because I believe my voice has a
hope
Though still poor
And having heard people around
attesting to its melody
As they clap for me at the sound
of my voice
My head rose up and I started
singing:
People are my wings!
People are my wings!
Their clapping became a fuel
Their clapping became my strength
And in my mind, I saw invisible
wings
Then I rose them up, clap them and
began to fly
I began to fly, and began to fly
as I sing:
People are my wings!
People are my wings!
As I fly higher to dine with the
eagles
As I fly to make my voice heard
As I fly to perch on the great
Iroko
I won’t forget you even amidst
the cruising air
Because I have no song to sing
except:
People are my wings!
People are my wings!
© Francis Onwuchuruba (30/08/2017
Twitter @Francisdpoet
© Francis Onwuchuruba (30/08/2017
Twitter @Francisdpoet
Cute piece...
ReplyDeleteFly dear friend.
We will meet there, at Zenith
Sure. We are going there.
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