BY THE BENCH AT THE COMMON

I sat down
My book in hand
Trying a read,
Winds blowing past
Dog walkers passing me by

By the bench i sat
My fruit on the side
Waiting to be munched
Still trying a read

By the bench i sat
With you in my mind
Yet i had a book to read
Your face i could see only

Second day i went
Sat by another bench
Looking at the massive greenery
I thought of you
That sweet voice chiming away
Some sweet calming tunes

I wonder why,
You keep appearing
While i seat on the bench
Right here in the common

THE WATERS..

They can be muddy
And still give us fish

They can be fiery with waves
But still we can ski in them

They can be very icy cold
But still our thirst
They will quench

They can be infested
With sharks and other killers
But still a life saver

Them waters
Full of sewage they can be
In the end but we drink

WOULD RATHER

Do not be a beggar of love,
Be a donor of love,
Beautiful people
Are not always good,
Than good people
Who are beautiful always

Rather would sit on a cactus
Than beg for love,
Rather swim with crocs
Than beg for love.

Would rather be single
Than in marriage jail
Would rather die a loner
Than be with a nagger

TOO MUCH INTO THINGS

Did i read too much
Is it me reading too much into things?
Or my mind of fast forward?
Me hasty decisioning?

Bygones are bygones anyway,
Once the cold waters,
Under a bridge are gone,
Never will be back,
For into one direction
A river flows.

The times were great,
The memories are unforgettable,
The sessions were breathtaking,
The meetings vividly remain

Questions still remain unanswered
Like wind you went
Past like a fast train
Answers i thought i had
Still are unanswered.

TILIRE MALIRO

Tilire maliro,
Munthu wamkulu watisiya,
Tigwetse msozi,
Popeza imfa yachita kaduka.

Tiyeni tilire
Tiyeni tionetse chisoni
Ngakhale ambiri sitimakondwa
Tiyenibe tilire maliro

Tiyeni tilire maliro
Lero ndife anamfedwa
Poti latisiya tokha kholo
Tiyeni tilire

AT LAST

The loud moans of poor
The cries of the crowd
The unhappiness of tge masses
Have been heard
At last.

At last ,
Has turned into cheering
The suffering
Has turned into a celebration
At last

At last
Darkeness into light has turned
Sense has taken charge
Nature has taken course
At last

We can see
Sit down and wait

MY SCENTED CANDLE

It is not only light,
That it it gives me,
But warmth and happiness
All close to me.

Not only light,
Does it bring to me
But a scent,so nice
That my breath away it takes,

Not only light
Does it convey,
But a nice blow
As it glow in the
Darkness of the night

Not only light,
But sweeps away the doom,
And gloom around..

My scented candle..