Sammy Aswani Luyove Poems

Those sunken cheeks are not her own
My darling was a thing,
In fact those sunken cheeks
That you now call wrinkles
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I remember some time back,
When I was the only child on your back
Food was plenty, I ate as I could
And me, I was all you valued,
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I listened...and heard
The yelling of the poor child;
Bones bulging from the head,
And I wonder,
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When tomorrow plans to go astray
Bowels won't hold but shaky shy
Yet tomorrow must come anyway
The sun sets and darkness draws nigh
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There lives our stepmother
Far in the North East,
She enslaved the chosen generation,
And now she steals and banks our soils
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New Order

On this first day of stay on my other side of a new age,
I have decided that you I may engage,
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The Wife of My Husband
By Sammy Aswani

Adamba,
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On the road to the grinding mill,
Where my wife grinds her posho,
There, by the path-side,
In the tallest of the thickest grass,
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HOT RAIN

I see it falling,
As it showers on me like a hot geyser,
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Time Is Dump (I)

Having had your dose of 'piriton'
You still couldn't sleep on!
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