Salaam Paris - Poem by BONGOKOBIDA ZAKARIA
Spirited copper colored
Stranger has come with thirsty heart.
Oh! la Seine-
I am the child of mother Ganges
Drinking your milk want to be indebted.
Here is my lip.
News for you
Accept the voice.
What do you want?
Take the fore finger.
Breaking each word of my poetry
Spreads intoxicated smell of spring.
You can call me in any name
The tree, the river, blue sky-eye
I know- man comes from broken ward.
If in this residence made of compact brick and stone
Coming and going of word is stopped, then
Flower does not bloom,
Butterfly feels pain.
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