If only the suckling lips will pause to peruse
To think and dig the depth of the unknown
To plough and explore through the unseen,
To unlock that which seems hidden.
If only the suckling lips will stop to ponder,
And be lost for a second in the wonder
Of the timeless adventures laid ahead
In the archive of the ages long ignored.
Like the fetus forming in the womb
Seemingly unnoticed till it begins to protrude
Like the flutterer still being shaped in a cocoon
Till it fully blooms and it takes on it wings,
So are you, metamorphosizing.
Every ion and fiber for greatness are set
With its specialties built rightly in you.
The arts and poems and teachings,
The innovations and fruitful intentions
Uniquely shaped in you, developing.
Not only is your inner child a suckling infant,
But every thoughts and idea, unparalleled.
The soaring inventions and the energetic speeches
The life-arts and hearts of merry-filled melodies,
Yet, there they lie, unleashed.
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Inioluwa Oladimeji is a linguistics student at the University of Ibadan. She is an accomplished writer, journalist, public speaker, polyglot, and poet. She was the winner of the Okigbo Poetry Club’s 40-Day Poetry Challenge and has over 30 published poems to her credit.
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This Poem was published in the June 2024 edition of the WSA magazine. Please click here to download.
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