Poetry
SOMEWHERE NOWHERE
For a tasty man to survive he might jump into the oasis well, But the onlooker stodged with food may take him to be a fool.
November 27, 2020
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For a tasty man to survive he might jump into the oasis well, But the onlooker stodged with food may take him to be a fool.
Troubles may come from everywhere unimaginable, they never will without the will of he who will console.
The night, a perfect time to love; yet, a perfect time to strive. Such a commotion.
The breezes of nights are my hope.
The moonlight and the star-shine are my dreams.
I remember when I was seven and you weren’t here, I envied a friend who had a sister.
I call on the electoral commission to ensure a seamless election exercise, aspirants to enable peace to reign, and supporters of the various aspirants to accept that this is an election to unite us yet again and not divide us.
I hesitate to sing praises on leaders who do the needful. But I can’t defeat the temptation to announce my excitement about the wonder I saw of Naadu and team.
The theme of this poem is love. In very simple terms, it extols a woman, her beauty and virtues.
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