I am an agitated cub
In the midst of the pandemic.
I’ve tried to call a pal,
But pride roared, passing by.
So I let that thought wander away with it.

I’ve let go of my dreams.
Till I see my womb carrier’s illness fade away.
Till I see her remarking her territory in the world of wellness.

Thoughts of letting go of the God-given cap and gown.
Because lately my prayers have been of a selfish servant.
My obsession pleads up to the Almighty
To attend to me and my Lioness.
Whose fate is soon coming to an end.

Tears gush out every time when I am questioned about my state.
Till I meet you again place of content.
For now I am an anxious cub