By Karani Kelvin.
Never thought it would be like this:
Me lying prostrate on a foreign table
Drugged to sleep, the well meaning
Bespectacled fellow digging my brain
With shining silver scalpels, like a
Chinese carefully having his meal.
Who would have thought it like this?
28 hours or less, a child, not any more
Privileged, or any more lucky than a
Street child, would find love from across
The country where everyone doubted
Our oneness. We surely are one!
Have you ever thought it like this?
A young man scared of death, jumping
Onto a foreign table, drugged to sleep
But smiling, silently singing to himself:
It is well, it is well
It is well with my soul!
Karani Kelvin sells insurance and writes poetry on the side. Follow him on Twitter and Facebook .
