I love the galaxy with its galore,
Stars
abound,
The moon, the sun, the earth,
And the black hole
,
Jupiter, Mars,
Countless malaise
Disdainful quest,
Like in 1990,
When my search,
For the queen,
Could not win,
Win,
I
Not even wine..
Pew, gone with the wind!
We met at a disco party for uncle Pat,
Little time before we could depart,
Words flowing apart,
Hot breaths,
Heavy heaving chest,
Giving no sign and sigh of relief…
Hiding her moonlike face,
Behind that banana stump,
The boys heart, a sort of stampede…
Like that sand, swept by the spade..
The theft of a glimpse, sent shivers,
And chills down the spine,
Like porcupines ,
In a cassava garden
This walk, in the chilly Naalya valley,
Was like ,
In the lockdown,
When folks locked themselves down.
