Hungry For A Laughter Poem by Maniraguha Ferdinand

Waking up every morning, to see the sun has set

Looking around, twist and yawn, the thermos is empty

Take shower, approach wardrobe, white shirt and black trousers

Frown face, today's posho seems to far

Baby's school bag feels too torn

Cherie's stomach punching too soon

Mine head ought to lift these all

My cotton money dried one week ago

Face, Wrinkles have drawn too early

A laughter to me seems too bad

Though Bebe wishes too much


By Ferdinand Maniraguha