The Blue Man Poem by mariechantal tuyisabe

The Blue Man



The day I met him,
Every thing became true
Like a morning dew-
With a perfect hue
He came stretching
His arms and reaching mine
But, all against us
For he was a blue man
But, despite their laughter,
I would reach after
Their lovely talks
With mocks
And chew them
With a bit of concern
Because a green man
was not within my heart
Ofcourse I couldn't care less
With a mess
For he came beaming on me,
Quenching my thirsty desire
Unlike Matiya
A shimmering one
Was all I starved for
And not columns of colours.

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