Life Without Literature


life without literature,
is like life without meaning,
like a jellyfish with no sting,
like a lion that can’t roar,
like a frog that can’t leap,
like a wolf without instinct,
like a snake without venom,
like a falcon without wings,
like a fish that can’t swim,
like fire without flames,
life without literature,
doesn’t have a purpose

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Hey! I'm Oluwatooki-Gbenro-Adegbite, I'm twelve years old currently, and I am an inspirational writer. I write because I get to express thoughts that can hardly be expressed by words. I love writing and i hope you enjoy my work!
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Kavita Jain
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too beautiful words from too small a boy ,nicely put a person is only an animal till cant appreciate literature

Bo Lanier
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wonderfully written – a real talent for being just 9 years old.

Omotoke_Gbenro-Adedgbite
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honestly Tooki
Life without literature is life without purpose
very well said dear

minakshi.balasubramaniam
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Hi Tooki…so proud of you! And happy belated birthday..
This is so subtle in its definite nuance and so pungent in its ‘telling’.
Keep writing Tooki. Much love aunty mina. So happy you logged on to HOP.

Josiah Ajibola
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Ehhh, Took!
This a well thought-out poem we are more than impressed. In fact those words are 20years older than you. Cheers!

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