Poems from B-G-CHAMUNORWA
I know of a man
appealing like a million dollars
but his net-worth cannot
amount to a single cent.
Hunting in exotic lands
Today we made an encounter
To never go home she cheerfully vowed
To never ever think of her childrens arthirstness...
He made butter fly
And turned dragons to flies!
In his fight-night presence
and
In his affectionless absence.
Let their scent
not attract devastation;
Fallible stems and petals,
Ego of a garden
with a posession
yearned by eyes
rubbing hands at...