Samuel Ndirangu Poems

The scarlet cloak, the dripping springs
He has to put on a veil
But... plain or flaural?
He can't find closure.
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I work all day, to have bread on the table
Evening comes, there is no bread to show
The next day I woke up, I don't want to work
Day comes, then night, the same cycle.
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Your stature, like the palm, pleasing to the eye
Like jewels, the work of a Craftsman's hand
Your name fills my atmosphere
And echoes on the highlands of my heart
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Society: Men! Express your emotions and feelings
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Man: I am so depressed
Society: Oh, get over yourself
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Tell me about your despair
And I will tell you mine
Stich like a survivor
In the debris of a fallen building
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