Yearning For Identity Poem by Mauta Thuranira Peter
Yearning For Identity
Rankling future I see,
In young poets tommorow,
Mountains of sceptics detracting
the young feet,
In the jungle of literature.
I jot my masterpiece,
To claim my deserved place,
Among village nobel finalists!
Is it piracy? is all i get,
And a puckish grin of
'Go to hell'
Take caution poetry teacher,
Neruda, Nyong'o, Elliot
Cast seeds!
Dont kill heirs morale.
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