Bieze Josphat

Freshman - 617 Points (15/09/1991 / Naivasha.)

Her World - Poem by Bieze Josphat

She is focused
Drumming her naked lap
As moving
Feet thud and flip flop clap

People move to and fro
Barely recognizing her
Usual spot
Whether cold
Or hot
The mad woman is ever there
Like an abandoned broken pot

She never raise her
Head to say a word
Or smile or blink
Or scorn or point;
She only stares
At her lit fire
As it consumes
The thorny sticks
And as the curling smoke
Vanish never to return.

Topic(s) of this poem: insanity

Comments about Her World by Bieze Josphat

  • Chinedu Dike (2/11/2017 12:38:00 AM)

    Lovely poem nicely penned with insight. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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  • Gajanan Mishra (6/19/2014 9:37:00 AM)

    vanish never to return, good writing, thanks.
    please read my poems and comment.
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 19, 2014

Poem Edited: Thursday, October 2, 2014

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