Everyone is composing poetry. It's only a matter of time before I follow suit. So I did. Perhaps I have also been influenced by the writers of my IOC poems - Robert Frost, Wilfred Owen, Wole Soyinka.

This poem is entitled "Don't Skip!". I wrote it while on a visit to my friend's house this morning. I saw a father holding hands with his daughter, and his daughter was skipping. I suppose the girl was only about 8 or so.

Since the daughter was skipping, of course the father will tell her not to skip so he can keep up with her. Then the daughter continued skipping off and the father pulled a trick on her and hid behind a pillar, as she continued skipping off into the distance.

I didn't get to see what happened next, I needed to be at my friend's place on time. But anyway, it really got me thinking. There are various ways to interpret this poem. Have fun at it.

So I present to you my poem:

Don’t Skip!

“I want to skip!” – she said with a huge Smile
on her Face. Daddy said “No you Don’t Skip!”
Falling on deaf ears as she continued
To Skip. Daddy went behind a pillar
only for her to continue Skipping

I ascended with a pressing of buttons
I stood there wondering why people have
Skipped. On me. I stood there waiting – Thinking
What the future holds – Whether this girl was
One of them. She definitely can’t be –

One of us. I too have seen an Ego
Maniac. Defeated Chicken. Pecks at
the Hand that feeds it. Board of destruction.
abandons the Freedom for Life it craved
Seemingly. Or is It just a lost cause

T’was the day before the Silent Night came
Me and flock of chicks that were same in mind
Came together to protect the old men
being Left in a Wake – I scarcely thought of
how Cruel the birds of prey swooped at me

I have friends – Those who cared and those who have
Skipped. On me. I stood there waiting – Thinking
Whether my Hand has been the one to mould
My Future. Is wild and I dare not ask
who was One of them or One of Us now

I pressed the button. The door welcomed on
Me. I wonder if the heartless piece of
Scrap was a better comrade than one who
practiced irregular consistency
and Skipped as the Moon shone bright in the sky

“I want to skip!” – she said with a huge Smile
And then there was an eclipse but the Moon
Shone bright. Never let me walk alone so
I ask “Will you skip on me?” and now as
Time passes and Skips. Will YOU Skip on Me?