BONGOKOBIDA ZAKARIA


Identity Of Moment - Poem by BONGOKOBIDA ZAKARIA

At twelve of night philosopher thinks with a cup of tea
At twelve of night exuded in dream
At twelve of night cloud of blue sky burns
At twelve of night strip by strip waves fall to ground
At twelve of night full moon flashes of light
At twelve of night horn of car strikes on door
At twelve of night couple enters into dwell of love
At twelve of night loud cry of progenitors comes
At twelve of night machinegun of devilish roars
At twelve of night whistles of train strikes
At twelve of night the red sun of monument raises.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 13, 2012

Poem Edited: Saturday, January 14, 2012


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