Gerald Kithinji Poet ABC

How Much Longer Can Love Sorrow

I strummed my instrument
Called a tune
And invited
Challenged Rita to dance.

But she, un-heeding
Declined, oblivious.

I took the trumpet
Summoned the air 
To a sonorous thrill
‘Feeling for audience.’

But Rita sat, unmoved.

I turned minstrel
Enchanted the crowds
With drum and song
From morn till eve.

But Rita
She stayed at home.

I flew to town
Hired a band, an orchestra
And a ballet dancer
Flew back home
And staged a show
O Rita,
In this delight!

But Rita would not.

Stung, I strayed
flooded in thought.

Someday
Will return
The inviolate love…

And deep inside her
Will tick a theme
A quintessence, love!

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