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 listened...and heard
The yelling of the poor child;
Bones bulging from the head,
And I wonder,
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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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Dear countrymen and women
The state is ill-breeding.
I am afraid the herd is astray
That the cow that calved yesterday
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I'm staring at you
Because you look new
Your beauty is stunning
Like a sea squid,
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There is coming a time
We'll be one even by a dime
A time with not races
Races of people and places
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With holes shallowly drilled through her cheeks
just by a smile; with a well swollen hip, legs
proportionally fit, on which her strength rests;
with a thorax small a little like that of
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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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