Kuperu Sonnet 3

This is an appreciation poetry for my professor Sande. A person who gives emphasis on one chance only, but gives more than 10 anyways.

KUPERU SONNET 3

A pedagogue unlike no other

taught birds on how to fly

our wings would fly so lower

he boosts, so we could touch the sky

And on the stormy sea, on boat we rattle

tis he the captain shouts, ahoy! 

and on his voice, a comfort thunder-battle,

he breathe a life into a lifeless toy.

but does he sleep, and even blink?

or does he sweat, or even bleed?

and does his boat would ever shake to think?

he's one of those, so light to tread, and hard to read.

 Now he's the man, one chance he'll say and give

 but two, or three, and ten you will receive.