There Poem by Samir Maina

Hey thereDon't you have a friendor somebodyor anything elseAnything that can be pluggedPlugged to bring some harmonyMust be all he wondersBecause he can't complainBut under some light he is lucky to seeNo palI can't talk right, hard to hold a conversationNeither am I good in those walksI know my boredom gets to youDon't mind the selfishnessPulping is less of an optionThese times are hardLets wait for the harvestThen i will hold my head upI will take you placesI will cloth you for the ceremoniesIt will be binge palYou will be where you belongOr where you feel fit, hang on for now I can see the tide.