Kar

I am a teacher but,
Who said that i have no father? !
For my mother is her and,
I can tell you who my father is.

The jungle out there is so thick but,
I know where my father stays;
And i need to walk through versy slowly to meet his home,
For my father lives there and he is ready to meet me as well.

Kar is my name and i met you last night,
And i told you the story of my father who lives in the thick forest;
So come to my classroom and i will teach you wisdom,
For the unborn will still come out to learn from the mother.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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