Ode To Karach Deng Poem by David Aoloch Bion

O Shinning, rising Sun,
Its quarter past,
You’re crimson node of might Mustard
You’re fifteen, Grace, veneration are yours
In your generation
Be dreamy, aspirant. Realistic
At your thirties, in a second you will break a record
In a day, will make a headline
In a week, will make a history
At fall of century, will make interesting Heroin
Be agent of change, thought
And inspiration for young ones
My love for you is whirling like wave
From infinite Heart of infinite fountain