Samrawit Girma


The Buried Skill - Poem by Samrawit Girma

Why you all are surprised taken aback
When I shined as if it was luck
No no no it’s not
It was everything I fought
From dependent to independent
From sloppy to commitment
From faller to development
From scratch to fulfillment
All the way from top to bottom
Season fall including the shining autumn
While you all filled me with illusion
That yours was right and mine was delusion
Building me as for you would build
You talking for me to be sealed
It took me awhile a long time
To stand up and collect my dime
Dime was a penny worth skill
Spotting me even if it’s time to kill
Appreciating me at the inner level
Recognizing my talent is like a Revel
Oh! The glory to finally wake up and see
That everything was around me and it’s me
Neither was it about you, them or us
Nor was it about fewer number or mass
It was all about the ignored ability
Buried inside with irresponsibility
Thus I tell you all from life experience
Fluster, anger is the lack of faithless
Dwelling in the absence of presence
Residing in other’s mental residence
Was the evasion caused by one nature
Believing it was the process of nurture
Nonetheless I fear for whom who’s rigid
Living for approval in panic and frigid (reserved)
As for me; I’m packed and set to fly
Like a proud eagle high in the sky


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  • Alem Hailu G/kristos (10/6/2015 7:57:00 AM)


    I like reading your interesting poems the angle you see things from and your technique are quite excellent. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 19, 2011


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