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In awe, I ponder the mystery of five fingers,
Why not ten, as logic seems to linger?
Did the Divine, in His grand design,
Give us these digits, by a purpose divine?

Oh, finger nails, what is your secret role?
As you grow and protect, do you make us whole?
Are you a guard against harm’s cruel might,
Or just a relic of an ancient, cosmic rite?

And fingerprints, unique as a snowflake’s grace,
What is the purpose of this intricate embrace?
Do you tell a story of each person’s soul,
Or are you just a mark that helps us keep control?

Why were fingers made, unequal in their might,
Some long, some short, some left, some right?
Is it a lesson in life’s inherent diversity,
A reminder of our unique complexity?

I ask the Divine Being, who holds the key,
To unravel this enigma, to set our wonder free.
Why five fingers on each hand, not six or more?
What lessons lie hidden, what secrets in store?

In this grand design, we find our place,
Five fingers, a mystery we embrace.
In their imperfection, they teach us so much,
About the beauty of diversity, the human touch.

© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi

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Deep within the ocean’s tender hold,
A love, boundless, a story to be told.
Whispering waves, tides that gently sway,
In this aqueous world, love’s beauty finds its way.

Much like coral reefs, vibrant and alive,
Love’s hues in motion, darkness cannot survive.
Fish in unity, a testament from above,
In boundless love, the sea unveils its treasure trove.

From sandy shores to the abyssal deep,
Love’s currents ebb and flow in a timeless sweep.
In each seashell’s curve, in the cooing of a dove,
We uncover the splendor of boundless love.

Within the vast ocean’s hidden lore,
Love’s depth stretches forevermore.
With each sunrise, every star above,
We are submerged in the grace of boundless love.

© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi

Constrained by conventions, yet poised to defy,
Bored of constraints, society’s norms to belie.
I yearn to embrace my essence, to bask in freedom’s glow,
Soaring above judgments, casting a radiant, daring show.

Shackled by expectations, by what others decree,
I will craft my own destiny, my spirit wild and free.
I will race with the wind, plunge into the sea,
Shattering conventions, for I just want to be me.

With my heart worn proudly, dreams in my gaze,
Each step I tread, reaching boundless arrays.
I will speak my truth, embrace my flaws, love unconditionally,
On this audacious journey, authenticity my decree.

No more imprisoned in the shadows, my spirit will soar,
Igniting fires within as I venture through each door.
With courage as my guide and authenticity my guide,
I will be the change I seek, leading with pride.

Defying the rules, this resolute woman stands tall,
She has uncovered her strength, ready to rise if she should fall.
In this thirst for rule-breaking, her true self is her find,
A journey of authenticity, the heart and soul of her kind.

© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi

In walls, we find a fortress, strong and tall,
Shielding us from a world that may enthrall.
But in their steadfast strength, the pros and cons,
Unfold like stories written in life’s bronze.

Pros of walls, a sanctuary they provide,
A shelter from the tempest’s roaring tide.
A haven for our secrets, thoughts, and dreams,
Where solitude and peace often gleams.

But in these walls, we sometimes find a cage,
Isolation, loneliness, an inner rage.
For while they guard, they also tend to bind,
To shut out life’s beauty left behind.

Build your walls with care, both strong and wise,
Protect your heart, where hidden treasures lie.
But let them not become a prison’s bars,
For life is meant to reach for distant stars.

© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi

In the valley of despair, I stand alone,
Lost in a world where hope has all but flown.
Nowhere to turn, no solace in sight,
I am trapped in the silence of this endless night.

Words elude me, like ghosts in the mist,
My pleas for help remain clenched in a fist.
In this vast expanse, a desolate land,
I am a wanderer lost, with no guiding hand.

The stars above seem distant and cold,
Their secrets hidden, their stories untold.
I reach out for guidance, but they remain afar,
Leaving me stranded, beneath the endless star.

No map to lead, no compass to guide,
I am adrift in a sea of thoughts, deep and wide.
Nowhere to ask, no voice to implore,
I am a lost soul yearning for something more.

In this world of silence, I long to be found,
To escape this nowhere, where I am tightly bound.
But until that moment, when rescue appears,
I will remain in the nowhere, lost in my fears.

© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi