Warm as the southern hemisphere;
The warmth of a mother to a baby,
The voice of my education spoke:
Is it a logical sequence - that one
May suspend the biological need
For the relative convenience of another,
Albeit even from one's own progeny?
The warmth of a mother to a baby,
The voice of my education spoke:
Is it a logical sequence - that one
May suspend the biological need
For the relative convenience of another,
Albeit even from one's own progeny?
My superlative mind could not fathom
Because here she stooped, bent and broken,
hidden in the world and forgotten,
Yet clueless of derision,so long she had the
Baby.
Because here she stooped, bent and broken,
hidden in the world and forgotten,
Yet clueless of derision,so long she had the
Baby.
What is love? what's the scientific algorithm?
'Any quantumical properties?' Came the voice of
My education. Can you statistically measure it?
My baffled stance took on motion;
The mother was moving and I followed
Her face I could see was broken
And her lips
seemed torn in different pieces by life.
The mother was moving and I followed
Her face I could see was broken
And her lips
seemed torn in different pieces by life.
Just then she kissed her baby.
Amidst my awe and shock came
My education's voice; it came asking
What's the ecological arrangement?
Symbiosis or commercialism?
Could it be dwarnic instinct?
Or some superfluous theory yet
Uncovered.
In my meditative musings
I did not notice when she turned the
Corner away from my inquisitive eyes
I did not notice when she turned the
Corner away from my inquisitive eyes
The Author - Bright Afeikhe - is a prolific writer/poet and a dedicated guess-blogger at English Writing House. He holds BSc (Political and Public Administration) degree of the prestigious University of Benin in 2013.
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