Who I'm I? Poem by Faith Udoh
Who I'm I?
WHO I'M I?
Even the stars get tired of gussying up for the awards.
The queen of the night gets weary of blooming only at night.
The convivial evening atmosphere looks worn out;
Fig trees get exhausted of twiddling their branches.
Even the eagle boggles at the idea of conceiving each month;
The chasm is fatigued.
If thunders grumble in heights above,
Who I'm I not to grumble when I'm cold?
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4/26/2024 9:12:25 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Nice rendition philosophically undertoned. Top star*****