In my daily errands
I have bumped into many
More willing to be looked at
But not so beautiful
...
My darling dear
To whom love entrust in me here
Fear not move near
Want to whisper into your ear
...
Worthless life
Limited oxygen yet the basic
Blame it on the stinging stench
From the burst sewer lines
...
Out of the heart`s store
Words of the mouth flow
Words of counsel
Words of deceit alike
...
How joyous
At last I was conceived
But;
Instantly, fear engulfs me
...
Masika Wafula is a lover of poetry. Words have always fascinated him since childhood; rhymes in particular. He generally loves literature. He loves writing during his free time; short stories but majorly leans on poetry.)
You And I
In my daily errands
I have bumped into many
More willing to be looked at
But not so beautiful
More willing to be touched
But not so attractive
More willing to be heard
Their voices not so soothing
I overlook them
I yearn to see you
To touch
To hear
Your voice; soothing and melodious
It`s you and I