Childhood notions transmigrate,
as seconds increases time's height.
The manly instincts begin to prevail,
as I spread my wings toward Adulthood.

The man I want to be is a man who conquers defeat.
Beaten but not broken,
defeated but not limited.
Rising above the dreary shadows will serve as light for all who come behind.

The man I want to be is a relentless dreamer,
whose mental eyes envision spring from summer.
The man I want to be is an accurate planner,
Whose calculations provide food in famine.

The man I want to be is an epitome of discipline
Who rises up every morning to derive a schedule for the day.
The man I want to be is a workaholic
Who works tirelessly till evening and drive home to the hands of firm embrace.

The man I want to be is a man of wealth
Whose worth is not measured by the money he possesses but his contribution to humanity.
The man I want to be is a man of value whose judgement cannot be impaired by money.

The man I want to be is a strong man
whose strength is not in the size of his arms but the elasticity of his ideas.
The man I want to be is a strong man who hides a million feeling under a smile.

The man I want to be is a just man
who respects every man's opinion with equity regardless of religion and ethnicity.
The man I want to be is a tough man whose conviction will not be eroded by people's opinion.

The man I want to be is a father to the fatherless and a defense to the voiceless,
whose ears will always be opened to the pleas of the deprived.

The man I want to be is a man of varlour
Who shapens his life and the lives of those around him on his knees.



The man I want to be is you Dad

Enclosed in a conical ***** are a thousand feelings,
waiting to be expressed but the tongues are unwilling.

Each of your stares keeps me startled,
Just a stare at your penetrating smile gets me baffled.

I dream of you,
But I can't speak of you.
I feel warmed by your eyes,
But I dare not reach for your hands.

I've tried many times to bury those feelings in the sand of religion,
Just like a ball submerged in water
It keeps popping up against my decision.
I've let it go several times
But it keeps bouncing back in different styles.

Tingling sensations engulf me,
Flames of sincere passion consume my human will.
My heart dances to the rhythm of your eyes,
Your stare kindles the fire of my desire.

I love you so much,
but I can't say a word.
You are my world,
but I can't offend my church.

Rain drops from my eyes form oceans of passion.
The sky sheds tears as my bowels swell with compassion.

Many sages across the ages,
have sought for a way to define love.
They came up with books of many pages,
many of which were for the wages.

As I wallow in the depth of its definition,
Let this line caress your imagination.
As we worship in the sanctuary of affection,
Let the rivers of passion inspire our decisions.

Love is an attraction,
The earth is held to its orbit by an attractive force.
Can we say love holds the earth?

Love is unjust,
It doesn't act according to contract
It steps in where duty demands
and fight till the end without retreat.
Oh love endures!

Love is not a word,
It acts from the depth of its compassion.
Love doesn't grow old,
It rekindles with every smile, touch and shared passion.
Love will lead you home,
no matter how far you've strayed into the arms of fallacious propagation.
Love will give you warmth,
when cuddled by the frost of discrimination.
Love will be your temple,
irrespective of your religious affiliation.