Prone

Robert Isaacs Chiwala

She is just a babe in arms

Probably a babe in the woods

Naive and inexperienced

Her sensories still developing

She cannot detect the danger around her

 

She may look so babealicious

But she is just a babe in arms

Not yet independent still helpless

She cannot stand on her own

Probably she is still a babe in the woods

 

Like a flower growing on thorns

Its beautiful petals, destined to fate

But lucky she, for kind hearted

Who cleared the danger; by setting a watch

Everytime she takes a step, it ticks.

  • Author: Robert Isaacs Chiwala (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 11th, 2023 00:29
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 2
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