Purpose - Poem by Ngwa Louis
If the necessity of life's' call is same
Why does it keep rolling like a ball game?
If I were a bird, I'll fly from one fruit tree to the other
If I were a lion, I'll dominate from one jungle to the other
If I were the wind, I'll whirl over the oceans
Carrying moisture to tropics and deserts
We cry because we die, we do not die because we cry
Yet with a lost purpose, there is need to cry for being born
As in a fulfilled purpose, the face glows with a smile
Even when we die
As we thank and bless the very day we were born
God's image I am, meant to be dominant over all
Like man, so is the wind
Blowing and whirling constructively with purpose
Bringing smiles to dry faces and life to withered nature
Without purpose do we blow and whirl destructively
With a non personal agony…..
The more benches I sit on
the more challenges I stumble on
On a learning curve, of formal education
Trying to perfect an already justified purpose
Still must look in the inside
For my purpose lies within! !
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