Onyeka Nwelue Poems

For in the hut, hunger came
striking us like the whooping crane
It flew in with its wings
flapping forlornly
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I don¨t think what others are thinking
Because I don¨t think anyone should be thinking
What I am thinking
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The bus with the sign, 'Wordsmiths' rode through
the wide-overgrown road
and songs ravaged in it
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the lorry hauled us away
the boats ferried us far and wide
like the children of the leper
being driven beyond the echoes of the world
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As I walked towards the tarred road in Delhi
eyes mottled, fingers pointed and words rolled

I talked to myself what this could mean
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