Partying In The Rain Poem by Okello Baloyi

What do you call a flower that grew in the forest? wherein is easy to die and harder to live! when the sun rises, and poverty line be bright, while sun set leave's us with debts and lost souls.

I walked across the desert of my life, fumbling upon my past, a series of my mistakes in repetition, a field full of injustices lining up to be shredded, as I await for my expiring day in this world full of misery while fantasy satisfy the soul.

Being burnt is seen as a lesson while the scar remains forever, such cruelty of the old competing with young ones, disarming the youth than giving them knowledge, who am I? , to speak out against uncertainties.