Somuadina

What is in a name? That is the question we ask Not chosen because of its fame For ahead lies a task. They said together we can go far Holding each others hands But can I ask you a question sir? What if no one takes my hand. For if I am not meant to be alone But to carry everyone along Why does the world feel like a stone? A place I don't feel among. Because I have seen enough of this world Just like it's sitting across me at dinner But despite these woes My son, your name would be SOMUADINA. © Chukwumerije Somadina