After a hectic schedule that day
Barry went to sleep late in the night
Sleepless days he spends these days
Nerves stretched to the limits.
In the wee hours of the morning
Barry slipped into drowsiness
Riding on a thin blurred line,
Between consciousness and unconsciousness
Barry saw a dream.
An African gentleman
Sitting beside him smiling and caressing-
Barry a ten year old child,
“Dad”, Barry with unbelievable eyes
Delighted he was
Beyond words.
Pride and happiness
Reflected in the African’s eyes,
Barry’s eyes gone teary
“Proud of you my son,
How gonna life?”
Dad inquired smilingly
“In the garden of mine and Ann’s wedded life
You were the first flower to bloom my son”. Dad went emotional,
“Auma, Roy and others bloomed later”
All dearer to me but you are my dearest.
“Forget not your roots my son,
Forget not your humble beginnings,
Forget not the yoke of slavery and oppression
Forget not our great liberation struggle and victory in the end
Forget not your forefathers”
Barry sat spell-bound.
“Hated and mocked at you were,
They called you
Racist,
Muslim-fundamentalist,
Anti-Christ”,
All sorts of epithets”
Delighted and proud I am,
You care them not,
Challenges you
Weathered,
Fought and won in the end
Keep on fighting
My son
Remember you are an Obama
Always be an Obama
Barack Obama,
Forget not your roots
Nevertheless.
Suppression and torture
Alien words always
Forget it not”
Patted Barry on the back
Smile and affection
Flashing on his face.
“Dad, Dad, Dad”
Barry wept aloud,
“Gonna something wrong?”,
- Michelle and Children came running to him.
“Nothing. Nothing”- He murmured and turned to the other side.
Courtesy: “Audacity of Hope” by Barack Obama
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