PARABLE OF THE FIVE SEEDS

PARABLE OF THE FIVE SEEDS
ONAH ANTHONY

Tell them I was the kid whose amicable joy
Lies on mobile phone and the internet,
Tell them how my broken screen could
Reflect on my screen shots.

Tell them of its thousands of abhorrent consequences,
As I learnt it hurt-at about eleven in the morning,
How mighty is the ocean that evolved
As I weep for the lost sheep, from Adam;

I misjudged nature for being unkind,
But from his law, I committed a crime against
Mankind.
Tell them Robert Frost also wrote about me,
"Two roads that diverged in a yellow wood"

Tell them how I journeyed through the pact
That is less traveled by, tell them how we all
Got home, and the story be told a couple of
Months from today-whose destination is permanent.

Five seed fell on a rocky ground,
Four died at germination, just one survived;
Tell them how with sorrowful memorial
I invented the parable of the five seeds.

Tell them I am the plant, the only survived seed
Became, and I know you would love to keep
It tenacity for the yet unborn, how glad he'd be
If he saw me breath.

©ONAH DE GREAT