On My First Call To Ingratiate Myself With the Poets

On my first call to ingratiate myself with the poets; I fathered that night to dawn and hit the roadway early, If i remember well Kachikau was waving hazily and giving a wry grin! I paused for a moment twiddling thumbs of my chaffed hands, I looked at this dehydrated home village of mine eyes bursting with pathos. In some odd sense that distorted moment was emmiting light enough to fool a mind; I felt my heart beat increase with the intensity of light like selenium, I looked again at this parched home village of mine... Even raddled grass blades were giving a clean smile! I smiled back.... Then annihilating silence and dauting darkness veiled the whole moment! So I toddled up the roadway towards my call.