Zinced Poems | Examples

Tourist

You luxuriously flew to this
Concreted forest, looked for me
In these brown zinced roofs,
But found me not.

In despair you drove off to the
Growth points were the poor
Congregate to drink their misery off
But found me not.

Then maneuvered through the
Paired ox-drawn cart paths
Inquisively eyes picking around
But found me not.

To my grass thatched hut
Compounded by a mango tree
And a dried cropped backyard
You found me not

Selves in high dejection
On your high wheeled cars,
You drove to the encamped
Jungle, and you found me.

Picture perfect you captured me,
Precariously swinging on branches
In delight of your discovery.
Oh here i am, the story you came for.