cliff kawerani


The Liberation - Poem by cliff kawerani

I regurgitate the gone days of odd
When a game bird, felt terrified and cold
As wore all landing sites; tints of a scold.
Soft assuring voices tapped wings of my head
But weak in faith could hardly accord

And in search of the searched gold
To devil my soul was about to be sold
He assured the rescue; said was God
But alas! Terms were loads I couldn't afford
Never knew how, but was able to avoid

Overnight, of your name streets were told
Yet still, the agony malignantly grew old
Like mahogany in desert, I was easy to spot
Now much louder; the voice told me to up hold
As flowers of help and love started to unfold
Serving my soul with aroma of everlasting life

Please, never let me slide back to the days of odd
But bless everything I put efforts aboard
Too, help me overcome evil with bold
For in you only I trust; my savior, my lord!

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  • Vikrant Jog (2/2/2013 3:33:00 AM)


    Rightly and nicely composed... Keep up (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 2, 2013



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