I used to dream of butterflies
Of dancing slowly with raindrops
And walking in the moonlight
I used to believe in mermaids
In the fairy tales grandma told
I used to fear "Ojuju Kalabari"
Used to find mirth in little nuances
In the rhythm of passing clouds
And the croak of frogs in backyard
I used to see without lenticular help
I used to chase lizards with rocks
I used to fly kites and pick flowers
I used to versify those dreams
Of smiles and the illumination of
Sunsets and morn' brightness
I used to daydream about tomorrow
While listening to the songs of ants
In the grasses on our playing field
I have followed the dreams thus far
Not without pains and strains
And not without sweats of blood
I have cried some and laughed
I have lost battles and won and
Grown to be and become me
I have lost battles and won and Grown to be and become me... Life is with up and down, which mold us to reach the destiny Well penned
Good journey and hope you are on right track to set yourself free.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you Rini