Konga

Monday 16 February 2015

The Stories Goes On

From her to she
Reflection of a jarred heart
A story untold but must be told
A reflection of uncombed surface beneath the hat
Who says love is not a fairy tale
The fairly taler seeking for romantic tit for tat
I guess, the sojourn of a bat
Her beauty, she says I must behold
Her sway, a story not foretold
Her smile, structured in scaffold
On this ship, love, I did sail
Even in uncharted but not uncalm waters
Seemingly this train cannot derail
But in twinkles the ship went into tatters
And the love flew with feathers
And the stories go on……

Saturday 14 February 2015

Ebelle, My Home Town

My countryside, Ebelle
Besieged by hopeful kith and kin
The dusk seems so long          
Waiting of the never reaching dawn
Bedeviled by luciferous men
Hunting the best of tomorrow
With envy, dispensing so much sorrow
Limiting the progress of their own
You cry for development
But your offspring cause your torment

O Ebelle, so close to nature
Yet far from being mature
Shadow of a deserted village
Emptiness written on the forehead of your kin
And infested with dull gold smiles
Watching technology from afar
Your kin, wasting in a local bar
Your Diasporas has left you to rot
Which day cometh your resurgence
Your quest seems so hot
But your development was never thought