A warm breeze- of peace, whirls by
It lulls the souls therein, busied by nation building
A haven indeed to kill a boring day!
Its flourishing beauty, like Konza's, is endearing
...
Unearthing you
From the clay of religious bondage
To demystify the barren belief;
And down you to me
...
Take me with you
Whenever you leave for wherever
Alone will catch flu
And wither long before you realize diva.
...
None can peruse
Through the sacred pages therein:
On which millions of secrets are tucked;
On which nouns of men are jotted- with fountain
...
I've learned to wear,
Things that leave my things bare,
So men can see:
Salivate and die to feel- at a fee,
...
In the heart of darkness,
On our transit to Canaan:
Our star disappeared,
So we got stuck-
...
Then, in a world so dark,
Each time life,
Hummed deadening threats,
And I, wrapped in despair:
...
Pius Khisa is a poet and a writer.)
Ailing Heart.
How can I sleep
Sweetheart
If all night I weep
My heart is hurt
Not is the time nigh
To get off this cup
And smother my cry
In the comfort of your lap
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8th Oct.2013