Whims
All forms of poetry to seems like mimicking balladry
or whims?,
I pretend to hide and smile and laugh
but is overwhelmed by such a glee,
which upon life is following like woods or damn or darn.
If I dream that earth is golden, I will surely plan for more
wealth and luxury tomorrow.
If I dream war or grudge or a kind of confrontation,
I will dry or assume that it is a mere ballad of mercury
or dead stars?. Yes, sometimes what is like wars must
weather or wither behind?.
Copyright © Bamanga Bashir | Year Posted 2024
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