Monday, October 27, 2008
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Monday, October 27, 2008
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A picture of a tragic anecdote after sunset
Pandemonium erupts like the unpremeditated wind in the vacation
The heavy downpour after the wind hits the ground
Like the furious parades of the battalions
Frequent strikes of the thunder disturb the serenity of the night
So heavy was the rain the stars fell with it
Cowardice and timidity reign
A good lullaby will not make an infant go to sleep
Oh! This is the longest night I have lived to witness
We wait the dawn endlessly with enthusiasm
The long expected dawn came unexpectedly
Almost welcoming it with chanting and dancing
Still oblivious of the news it brought
The oddity in the air seems too obvious
The nostril of a vulture is not needed to perceive one
Like a flash news it came to us;
An adventurous friend slipped last night
Friends, folks and even foes inquire
Did he go out hunting for misery?
This is not the time to scold
But to concertedly get him back on his feet
The weird night is gone
But the shriek of pain left behind lingers
Pandemonium erupts like the unpremeditated wind in the vacation
The heavy downpour after the wind hits the ground
Like the furious parades of the battalions
Frequent strikes of the thunder disturb the serenity of the night
So heavy was the rain the stars fell with it
Cowardice and timidity reign
A good lullaby will not make an infant go to sleep
Oh! This is the longest night I have lived to witness
We wait the dawn endlessly with enthusiasm
The long expected dawn came unexpectedly
Almost welcoming it with chanting and dancing
Still oblivious of the news it brought
The oddity in the air seems too obvious
The nostril of a vulture is not needed to perceive one
Like a flash news it came to us;
An adventurous friend slipped last night
Friends, folks and even foes inquire
Did he go out hunting for misery?
This is not the time to scold
But to concertedly get him back on his feet
The weird night is gone
But the shriek of pain left behind lingers
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1 comments:
there's an effortless blend of reality and imagery, and a spice of african mysticism....the thoughts, the premonition, and then the eventual news of a fatally injured friend all climaxes into a piece that made me say 'eeya' at the end. A 'miraculous' recovery is all i'd wish your friend.
Bravo monsieur.
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