POEM : THE CIRCLE OF LIFE

                 POEM : THE CIRCLE OF LIFE 

“The Circle of Life” Original poem written by Norlilawati MN (5 April 2018) & @ Norlilawati MN Poem delivered by Nabilah and Nawwal during Poem Recital Competition M10 2018. "THE CIRCLE OF LIFE" I. A Baby From the womb To the palms of the gynaecologists, And mum’s arms There he was born In an operation theatre So cared for that He was everything to them A baby born cried so hard his first breath into the world mark the first sign of a living life From the unnamed to a little John A named infant with a mark on the torso... II. A Toddler Tiny tot has very fine hair Sparkling eyes that you have never seen Chubby cheeks and dimple so deep Tap Tap Tap Tap..... He takes his first steps across the hall mum’s and dad’s arms are stretching out reaching the little tots that couldn’t fall Fear in their eyes For he might lose his decidous teeth III. A Child A kiddy steps into his class Awe of the surroundings Colourful yet frightening Teacher is there A nurse is there, Cajoling him to settle down Throwing tantrums and An Outburst so immediately Just when mum walks away... And waves goodbye IV. A Teenager He’s now a sweet 16 A teen that looks at everything... and everyone only to be all against him What life he sees.... Definitely A turbulent one. “Why must they stare at me A lad with pimples? A lad with earings A boy with Gothic compadres... Who cares?” No one apparently..... Only mum and dad Oh what... An agonizing brood that he has been An offspring Bestowed upon them For they say like father like son V. A Young Adult A guy he becomes A challenging path A winding road Can he beat the odds? Is he struggling to get a diploma? “Why must I get that golden piece of paper?” “To get a job!” So they say. VI. A Yuppie A handsome inamorato As he becomes So desired by many Roses In a neat shirt and nice tie He’s ready to leave for work He walks down the street Gorgeous smile he puts on him surpassed his Harry Potter glasses A briefcase to prove his status That takes everyone’s envies for a mistake he doesn’t feel as he leaps into valley rides with the train And head to the city. Marketing executive, A boring job, So, that is what he thought But a job he sees to it that pays his bills and money to feed the belly VII. An Adult A career man he must be Climbing up the ladder of uncertain success. Creativity is his job, Innovative is his pride, Persuasive is his mastery, Selling ideas is all he does. Now he looks for a bride-to-be, That he will perceive, “Should I propose the girl across the street?” He glances at the sea, and we shall wait and see.... VIII. A Married Man On June the first He walks the aisle A family man he becomes and Jane by his side the girl that steals his heart who paints colours in his scintillating existence, Three kids that he always wanted... But only two that survived, For a baby was sick and shattered his dreams. Despair and misery Forlorn he can be... to see young Max so ill tormented he is that no one can heal. His better half is inconsolable Contains only deep sorrow each time she sees John’s potrait with Max, Mark and Mary, Only a shattered dream. X. Grandpa A pappy he is So fond of the community By means of his magnanimity Prodagality, Is the principe that Pappy John is so immersed and so intrigued since his teens. IX. An Elderly So the arthritis has found the older knee and robbed his joy. Saunter the stairs is daunting to him, Perpetually he’s lamenting... “Arthroplasty?” He quizzes himself and the softie wife So, he braves himself Be under the knife, As months have passed by... he struts for a while... IIX. Deceased Disdain he is... As misfortune has seized his eudaimonia life Dispossess him so much that he longs to die... and waited for his time. Succumbed to death in a worrying sleep. The faithful wife rubbed his eyes for the final one; a closure of a man’s chapter in the book of life. IIIX. Grandson A momento of Pappy’s Has grown in docility of his grandchild A heart transplant brought tears of joy Mary gives John his look alike his heart was “sent” to a deserved one; A progeny... Alex; Is the circle of his life. We are all; John, Mary and Alex For we are homosapiens Adamites that breed and see one generation After another.. Burgeoning like mushrooms Proliferate without fail.... Embelish everything We were born, We live, We die, But we grow As our seeds are our circles of life. --------------------------------------------------------- COPYRIGHT : NORLILAWATI MN 5 APRIL 2018