At midnight my gray phone gut exited
So sudden silence broke I open my eyes
Searching for it even so deemed my sight
Hello- What? Where? When? Yes!
Few words were enough as my heart beat
So quick I took my shoe and off I go
Across the world between the two avenue
Of people wore the face they forged
And cast the eyes but fixed behind their mask
My feeling grew heavy as my body in tense
It was in this place our hi was first heard
And from our glance caught our lips-
breathless souls as they blew the flame
while guilt crept into their heart clothe with fire
Alas! It rung again disturbed me deeply
Bah! Its over- let the night fly and let the day come
Forget the trade both of us claimed
Let the tears its due- let our sweet goodbye be
For what is love without freedom?
So as too, without peace for this forbidden affair
And none of us I know- would face the truth
It cannot be a secret in the shadow
without the malice of pain.
(Kasama, Zambia 2006)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem