Some people simply call you Panda,
The unique creature,
That hate to death socializing.
I know you’re
Born with a silver spoon
In your mouth and
Leading meaningful life
Not giving a fig about others;
Nor realizing
What you mean to me
Without understanding
The whole lot going nonstop
In and out of my mind
They fenced you off with barbered wires
To keep distance, estrange me
They harm my feelings with intent
And turn my life into a living hell.
Let them say whatever they want
With hasty generalization
To break your kind soul
That every so often gives peace of mind.
Don’t bat an eye
To take the bull by the horns
And bring my smile back
Rescue me from closing my eyes
Never to open them again.
With your magical power
That makes others fall madly in love
In the twinkling of an eye
I surrender not only my hands
But also my entire being.
Search me, panda
Guide me how to make myself clear
Breaking the language barrier
Standing between you and me.
Let a mediator intervene
Before my situation
Goes from the bad to the worse
Knowing I’m nothing without you
And my fate will be a laughing stock.
In the eleventh hour
I discovered my enemy
Initially I scapegoated you
It dawned on me you’re not the villain
It is the bamboo.
BY ADDISALEM MULAT
THE ETHIOPIAN HERALD THURSDAY 24 APRIL 2025
