Snuggling on the planks of hope My pains and anguish projected before me My eyes becoming heavily bathed in hot larva of tears Growling to erupt I try hard to hold back my stream of tears
Oh! I can't help it Than to let my tears flow to the Father's feet Bearing in it's bosom my written petition to God
Present at a round table meeting somewhere between my thoughts and fantasy Enveloped in still air Each glance I took made strokes of fear on the surrounding walls
Right there A nebulous figure stealthily walked into the room And patted my back gently Every pat sending shudders down my spine
The walls truly have listening ears, Things I muttered slowly under my breath in my closet; A few of them in the well of my thoughts, Have returned to me in folds. Is the game of life a tit for tat?
Caged in the huts of penury With its brother "lack" greeting our souls each day Lying bare on a cold floor made of coarse stones With stench from the gutters eating up chunks of our souls Shredded clothes worn on our frail bodies to clad our nakedness We feed from the remnants from a neighbour's kitchen
How long will it take to live the lives we so desire? How long will it take to tell different stories? And mom's reassuring words of comfort resonating in our heads Were they borne out of hope or falsehood?