A FLYING BIRD

A flying bird in troubled nest

Can never have a needed rest

A flying bird in a troubled nest

Clearly may have no request

II

I flew from heaven to here

Thinking I could find beauty in the road to steer

But found a rope around my leg as the ground did cheer

Poor me and a pain so dear!

III

Thinking me tied

A fly I tried

But my wings’ strength were immediately dried

By stones a mischief did so fried

IV

Now my love for nature has turned to pain

Although an angel did all insane

To have me freed from my ropy chain

And nursed my wings to its strength gain

V

Exploration turned exhaustion

Reverence in clear abortion

Now I do have an apt notion

After drinking from the experience potion

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (April 2017)

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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