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My name is Pelumi Opemiposi. I am a male poet who discovered his writing talent after completing secondary school at the age of 16. At first, I was just a reader and a library addict—I loved reading novels, novellas, or any text I came across, but never poems. Whenever my teacher read poems in class, I would stare at her in stark bewilderment, as if she was reading something from another world. The analysis and explanations she gave made me feel so dumb that I began to doubt whether I would ever pass Literature. Still, I persisted. Even though I didn't understand much at first, the fear of failure pushed me to keep reading and to force meaning out of every line of poetry. My breakthrough came one day when I read a poem by Lord Alfred Tennyson. I partially understood it, and after checking its analysis from another source, I realized my thoughts had been correct. That discovery filled me with delight. Inspired, I felt a strong urge to write my own verse. My first poem was titled Travails of Life. Though I later revised it, the joy of finding myself in the world of the Muse was unmatched. In the beginning, my works carried a deep touch of old-fashioned language—an influence I attribute to the poems I first encountered and studied. A major shift in my style came when I met Mr. Mubarak Oladosu, a seasoned poet and analyst in the Directorate of Corporate Affairs at the University of Ilorin. He recognized my potential and guided me in learning how to write modern poetry. Now in the 26th year old days of my existence, I hope to continue living in the light of poetry forever. To me, poetry is a way of releasing my feelings and drawing distant people and subjects closer. I particularly delight in writing sad, celestial and spiritual poems, and much of my work centers on grief and the feelings of consciousness in the great beyond. I know that may sound awkward, but it is simply who I am. Please feel free to read and critique my work. Your responses are always a boost for me. Thank you.)

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Wings In The Sky

myriad of wings in the sky,
home and home, gentle wings, gently fly
myriad of wings, I said I could not count
soaring up the gloomy eve, yes, I can now recount
the sky workers who depart in the morn,
heading toward destination known to no one;
and soaring home in legion toward eve
when I sit to chant the verse of eve;
but is theirs laborious or what can you say?
as strenuous seems men's work night and day
and did you ever thought of their plan?
or whether their labour was to gain
nests or things in men's Oblivion
when you see bats soaring forever on.

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