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Jean Bosco Sibomana Poem
The post he had expected
Has then been presented.
He had been dreaming to stand
In the green pasture of the land
And overcome the suffering
He has been for long enduring
He went through admittance test
He wanted to prove he was the best
By outcompeting any competitor
He became a suitable instructor.
For his very first experience,
He did not show any resilience
By canvas he was baffled
By typing he was puzzled.
Could he meet expectation,
In that world of desolation,
Without a plan for support
To prevent a probable abort?
Classroom norms, teacher talk time
Canvas building, grading deadline
Core values and tech checklist,
He was trained to be a specialist.
By overcoming all the huddles
He was among the role models
Coping with change is a bit bitter
Working hard should matter.
You can’t dream to inherit heaven
Without working times seven
Do not be afraid of hardships
As they are like internships
Jean Bosco Sibomana
Copyright © Jean Bosco Sibomana | Year Posted 2017
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Jean Bosco Sibomana Poem
When the Loss is Ineffable!
By Jean Bosco SIBOMANA
Win-lose game occurs in many situations
And bargainers made it a standard saying
When involved in various negotiations
To come up with a common understanding
We lose property and it seems normal
We lose money and this is at least bearable
We lose friends and it becomes abnormal
But losing a one’s mum is truly unendurable
Mother means a lot in everyone’s life
She is the source of our existence
She is the provider and source of life
Missing her is losing our essence
We owe all from that priceless creature
From the time we are fetus in her innards
To the time we seem master of the nature
But alas, most of us treat her with disregards!
We cannot bargain to agree upon a price
encompassing free services with no gratitude.
But she is devoted to offering sacrifice
Her death is a loss to the multitude
You could not believe she truly passed away
Your thoughts are still telling you she is alive
In your dreams you see her, but goes back right away!
But the reality is that she will never be able to live
Life is a cycle and we will have our round
As there is a time for birth a departure from life;
Let’s remain stoic and keep the same bound
And wait for our fate to eternal life
Copyright © Jean Bosco Sibomana | Year Posted 2018
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