I know of a girl
She is a sweet smiling child
She is one of a kind.
Royal into the soul
So very rare and hard to find
A pride from a tribe.
Like irons to magnets
She is a beauty to harns…
Magic and charms;
Natural in looks
No foundation yet a true-
-image for a frame;
To hold not to release
Like religion and believe…
Not darken, not fair
When she vocalizes
Tranquility comes to air
Energizing stare.
Adaobi is the name
It means, daughter of a king….
The flying birds sing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem