.Pd. is here Poems

Born in the famine struck Africa
Living at the age of five
You told me mother,
That I was lucky to be alive.
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I’ll ward off the darkness
Just like candle does for a room
Not a single shade of black will exist
There’ll be a gamut of stars and a full moon.
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Hold my hand
Guide me a while
Prepare me to walk
For endless miles.
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I can sink in your eyes
And bathe in your tears.

I can feed on your lips
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When Two Pieces Of Broken Heart Cannot Be Glued,
That’s When I Die Waiting For You.
Bury Me, Like They Do To The Dead,
But Don’t Put Me In A Coffin
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God didn’t gift
The twigs to the crow
To make his nest.
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Feel me; I’m velvet
Drink me; I’m sherbet
Play me; I’m your flute
Taste me; I’m a passion fruit.
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The crystalline tear that slipped away
And words that didn’t help them pause.
Hands of the clock that sashay
When you want to hear the endless applause.
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The canvas of black
On display each night.
Laced with fluffly clouds
Stars lending them a soft light.
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Hope Was Hoping
That Hopefully
It would be
Able to Fulfil
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