while the world reveled

Written by: Kolapo Olapoju

And he stands apart, cold
While the world wassailed and reveled
In the full glare of the light
Till dusk comes beckoning.
 
He shrouds from the awkward embraces
A language in plethoric display.
His frame slanted, he observes.
From vantage angle, he gawks.

What endues them such ecstasy?
He mutedly ruminates
Did we not attain the same feat?
He self-chides, raspingly.

The concern of sea-fish with dry land
Paints the image of his indifference.
While the play of celebration ensues,
The boy-man stares and sighs.

His cogitations ferry him to the road ahead
Queries of 'what now', the signs spelt.
Transfixed but detached,
He pondered tomorrow's fate for all.

He shivered with dismay
And fended off a tear.

What reads the  fate of the soldier ants
When they march sun-wards?
Who aids the infant cheetah
That was birthed deformed?

While his peers wassailed and reveled.
In the full glare of the world
He looked on, frigid, still, anxious.
Feet there, soul afar.
A tinge of relief, his sole solace.