One can confidently say it is mine,
Be it quite awkward or the most fine,
The clear manifestation of me, I,
He, she, you, or they,
Not bargained to sell, to give, to buy,
For all of us, human beings unique, until we die,
A guide in life, to death to graveyard,
Could hardly be measured in any gadget,
No parameter is given even, no budget,
Whether it is candid or sly,
On the one hand being spied, on the other to be a spy,
To tell the truth or to lie,
Hibernate in the ground or fly in the sky,
Only the creator and one know well it,
I am not talking about one person I, we or any guy,
You can call it mine, ours or theirs,
Give it a color, shape or any dummy,
She, he, you, we, or they,
As it incorporates everybody,
In a position of obscured boulevard or the sturdy,
However, it is unchanged and unequivocally gifted,
Even the Kernel of behavioral change,
A gut to smash out jealousy and grudge,
Education cannot challenge,
What belongs solely to me?
Them, her, us, you or him!
Preclude and simply mime,
It is theirs, ours, his or mine, yes it is fine,
Not the fine—the salary of being guilty,
Taking the bad or the nitty-gritty,
Covert, overt or neutral,
Self-administered or for referral,
No definite who-ness is given,
Either is matured or emotion driven,
Peculiarly granted for oneself,
In a calm whether of under surf,
Around a bay, seaport or gulf,
It is eternal for all,
No compromise with a seeming ball,
Until you close a life chapter,
No segregation before or after,
Yes, you are known, you are revealed,
Made rife and sprayed over a filed,
Being a concrete or an abstract,
Absolutely known you are mien or CONDUCT.
Real human race mirror,
Innate behavior,
A solitary demeanor.
BY MENGESHA AMARE
THE ETHIOPIAN HERALD WEDNESDAY 13 APRIL 2022
