Saturday, 19 May 2018

The Truest Happiness: Poem by Ohikhuare Isuku.


















If you see a child on the terrace,
or rolling upon the dry earth - 
grains of sand stuck on his bare skin - 
do not stop his play
because you feel he's done enough,

He's having the best time of his life!

Do allow him dream;
allow him purchase planes and ships
with bundles of dry leaves
he flaunts as his naira and dollar banknotes;
let him talk about
building several castles on the Atlantic 
or in space or mars.

For it is during childhood
when one plays without a burden at heart,
or dreams without knowing
the cost of achieving dreams,
that one has the truest happiness. 
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