Shall I be a chameleon?
In a way that
Makes observers sick,
...
My beloved
I always remember
Once my soul
Had taken a ride
...
Love is not
By fair means or foul
Meeting ones end,
But it is the negative good
...
As I was walking through
The streets of Addis
With a mood very high,
Out of a clear blue sky,
...
Bouncing back
From cold shoulders
And many a rejection,
Resilient, I throw
...
Lured by your
Elegant posture
When at its best
Appears nature,
...
Mother
My son is late to night
A bit drunk
...
There are people
When you treat
Them polite
Who become rude
...
Immediately after I
Fetched my salary
From a Bank
When I get drunk
...