I RISE AGAIN
They say kittens will never be borne
Without the lineage furs on its body,
Still I never bear it as dazzling as theirs.
I am a fish caught with a child's ensnare,
Yet with my slippery body I rise again.
Between fallen trees and gusty winds
From the dual edge of cardinal forces,
Altering gaudy altercation on our gusto,
Dreams drowned in uncertainty's ocean,
Yet like the supremo of lion, I rise again.
I am my abode captured by air-like hands,
Its progenies withered like rustled leaves,
For fierce forces from four cardinals fumed,
Fumigating its shadow to blue, not black,
Yet like ash-covered ember, I still reignite.
I rise, I rise from the shackle of my abode,
I rise from the unconvicted self prison,
I rise from the ocean which flows from the
Vein of my other father, hulked on our sofa,
Gathering what will flow to us like greedy net.
©Nket Godwin.
They say kittens will never be borne
Without the lineage furs on its body,
Still I never bear it as dazzling as theirs.
I am a fish caught with a child's ensnare,
Yet with my slippery body I rise again.
Between fallen trees and gusty winds
From the dual edge of cardinal forces,
Altering gaudy altercation on our gusto,
Dreams drowned in uncertainty's ocean,
Yet like the supremo of lion, I rise again.
I am my abode captured by air-like hands,
Its progenies withered like rustled leaves,
For fierce forces from four cardinals fumed,
Fumigating its shadow to blue, not black,
Yet like ash-covered ember, I still reignite.
I rise, I rise from the shackle of my abode,
I rise from the unconvicted self prison,
I rise from the ocean which flows from the
Vein of my other father, hulked on our sofa,
Gathering what will flow to us like greedy net.
©Nket Godwin.
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