iROAR

From the moment He noticed my first limb movement

I saw the excitement in Father’s eyes as He rejoiced over me

Sooner, I was on trial’s journey taking several strides at dawn

Leaving me at the brink to the other side, He bade me come

Halted by the angry waves, the cloud of night fall became heavy and fell

At the dead of the flood, I heard the lullaby from untamed beasts

My bones rattled yet Father remained calm as still waters

Propelled by my fear I raced towards him across the river

I quivered under his legs but He pushed me out with His paw

He told me to raise my heads like His, as we made our way to the Pride

We kept the same routine for months until He told me to go on my own

I was even too scared to refuse but He told me He will be watching

At the brink of the river, I saw a pack of wolves staring at me

I looked around for Father but He was out of sight

Unaware my fears were actually afraid of me, I scrambled off like a deer

I felt them closing up on me until suddenly, I heard Father roared

They faded like when the wind decides to gatecrash into dusts party

I asked Father how a mere shout brought about their sync with thin air

He said, “The Lion of the Tribe of Judah has prevailed”

Then I realized the scepter cannot depart from my lineage. 

I’m born to rule; not to be ruled. As the Lion’s whelp, 

no one dare arouses me even when lying down. 

I am fearless and so I ROAR.