Congra To A Dear Boy Poem by Alem Hailu Gabre Kristos

What a joy
What a joy
My little nephew,
Two decades back
Born abroad,
When aguest here
A ride on
A piggy shoulder
Who used to enjoy,
To whom I bought
A motley toy
Out of himself
Made a brilliant boy.

"As per my choice
Could you buy me a donkey
Or a could you allow me
A tortoise
To touch
When we go to
The squalid market square
Orthe nearby church? "



Double mind
Is his nick name
Now crafting
Software is his game.

A small boy
Inquisitive
He used to ask
"Tell me why
Flowers don't grow
On the sky? "

"Tell me quick
Why animals
Don't speak?
Also stars
Don't grow
On the meadow? "

"Why is the sky high
To touch? "
Such questions helped him
Rackinghis brain
To come up with
Academic research,
That troubleshoot
Societal challenge
And afford
A nation a turnaround
Orfor the better a change!


Now, conversant in IT
It is no wonder
To observe
Binary operation, flowcharts
Subroutines, syntax...
Programming languages
Are at the tip of his finger.

His study at
George Mason University
Has turned out a hit
Getting himself
In the Dean's List.

A boy that lends
To parents, relatives
And teachers
A heeding ear
Is really dear.