She takes me through her world A description words fail to capture Bruised, battered By ugly circumstances She still stays stout She ensconces her pain In the most admirable smile. Reflecting not her fears She is a star in the night of adversity. Her giggles echoes At the caress of...
Come, let’s follow the yellow in the rainbow Mind not the tremor but keep firm your grip Even if the clouds were to shake As if their wears were to tear off Even if the ground quakes As if its pillars are pulling apart With a firm grip on hope...
…there is sadness in the face of the moon. Boom boom! Marauders at the door. Boom boom! Gory chunks on the floor. Marauders; those marauders;disgruntled fragments of the Sahara storms; with blood as token toast,broke into our dozing homes, transcending into our deepest dreams;their sword of enemy deep; like thorny...
Beneath a million rose of pain I’ll find solace in our joy’s gain I know my feelings cannot be vain I’ll let my soul be uprightly sane So as not to end my life not having a gain… Beneath a million roses of pain I chose sanity of what life...
Tell them we can see them; The house of bones they live in, The sweats that flush their gutters, The sweats of our fathers and mothers, and The blood of our brothers on their lintels, That bought ’em passover from their trade; Trade of death. Tell them we’re louder; We’re...
The dead we hold in memory As today tells their story Our hearts and minds hear it again Reliving them in prayerful pain Under the shadow of earth’s drear Our mourn’ shows forth care The dead we hold in memory As today tells their story They once shared our lives...
I have dreamt of this day A day hats go up in admiration I always think about these moments Moments of much enthusiasm I have seen these scenes Scenes seeming impossible to men I am feeling the atmosphere Atmosphere of true wealth I have heard the stories Stories from sages,...
The preacher once told a story Pretty much about our affairs so gory It’s the tale of a prodigal son But isn’t it also of the prodigality Of the father’s generosity? For which father would stand a son Poking him in the eyes While his sun still shines in the...
There is a better friend within, Endowed to me by nature, A personal friend from the present and the future, So close, intimate and loving. In jocund company, We have traversed travails triumphantly, We always win; we’re like stars in the sky, We, my friend is myself, I.
Pause and think How long shall we continue to slave? Where are the best brains that will help us and think? When are we going to seek light out of this political cave? Pause and think How long shall wanton killings continue? Let your minds be brighter than colour pink...
