Donward Bughaw Poems

Do not dare
to ever step
on my black, hard body
that is covered with fine spines,
...

I am the telescope shell
that most of the times
poor men pick and gather
for their viand...
...

The grasses
shivered
as the frosty breath
of the breeze
...

Words
were bridges...
that convey me
over this enigma of love
...

My road meets yours...
And though
they meet and intersect,
there's still this difference.
...

I have kept
a secret with me
that
I never knew what it was...
...

I peeked
through the window
of what they called morrow...
but,
...

Do you know
what lies
ahead?
I guess,
...

It thrills me
every time
I see him
stare
...

The aloofness
of our gap
seems to bother me
every time
...