Konjit Berhane Poems

Trying hard to live having small to give
Is it life?

Don’t know how far to go
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Precious life, hers never seemed
Working from dusk till down
For anyone who inquires, with vim
She does every thing and anything in return for nothing
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After his death…
Whose death?
The cyclist’s
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The planet is a garden
We the people are the plants
God is the gardener
And he didn't want to have one-colored flowers
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The liar
With great desire
To have a hair
That resembles mine
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If loving him was a crime?
I wonder why she’s spending her time
May be by a cruel judge she is sentenced
Or she made it her lifetime creed
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I might fall once …twice
Or even more
‘N you will show me your wicked smile
That I don’t adore
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Bored and unemployed in my

Bed
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Oh! I would have preferred
A one sided world
A cheap metal than gold
A happy life and not sad
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It seems as if he was thrown out of
The bar
He ran and knelt down on the side walk
The beggar
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