THE TRAVELLING BLOW
Let it blow and burgle
Within the round over-occupied sphere
Below the heights of all trees
Above mountains tips
And their bellows and sacred caves
And whisper through them-the grass shrubs
Sweeping the earth seasons and soaring
Picking by winces to the troposphere
And kissing all mountains summits and brows
And the known and unknown deserts bows
And it spreads its secrets
By the tides and hurricanes
As it wracks and brought wrath
Here it comes make its way
Or it might blow you off like feather
Inflating the ladies canopied dresses
Cladding lower lands to high and muddles some
Exposing—exposing most that lays barren
Ceasing leaves and dust—more dust
When it comes viciously armed it reign
And when it deject the brooks sighs sloshing
Its dust phantom shakes itself clear
Wanly as it ceases.
THE LIGHT SHALL BLOW
The light shall blow off
Yes! True watch out it shall
The wind is coming from all directions
High destructive to deprive lives
Loaded with matters
Roaring in silence and masked
With nothing
That it can’t be seen
Though your lamps shielded
All doors wisely shut tight
With bolts and chains
Your babes, aged, papas and mums
Woe betide everyone
There isn’t any escape
The light must blow mother
Never mind the fully nine months
If not today, then someday!
With the blow in the sound of silence.
LOVED THE HARD WAY
They had said they loved me
Brethren! I couldn’t concede
Sending me to school with an empty belly
Barefooted and the cold causing a flow from my nose
They pleaded me to work hard
And that I had
By morning I had to work the fields before school
And I had to come early as their rules complied
I’ve got bruised-I’ve got hurt
The work was same as of slavery
But I didn’t complain
I was my father and I was my mother
Often they’ve slapped and scolded me
When the cattle’s in my hands went missing
Or when they grazed other people’s crops
And I hiding the rain in a cave
When they discovered I’ve stolen some food
They put all the food in my will to keep
Brethren I didn’t mean to be and not to be
But now I’m glad that I’m on my own older and strong
Now that I’ve survived
Now that I’ve realised they had loved me
The hard way to be strong
Now that fostering me is done
Now I’m well!
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