Blowing Smoke by Nii Ayikwei Parkes ( After guardian)
She is cute, conscious, sensitive,
Plays with bubbles in air
releasing her tension, and
special imbibe of fragrance
from her floral bunch hanging
on her shoulders; after all breath
to air, a realization strikes,
“ we are mortals and guided
by sensations of time, ever
throbbing like shores’ rhyme.
Every moment of love, every
song by the mango tree, every
bunch of tender yellowish
flowers a beckoning to the
world of play and cognizance,
there is another kind of game
stone throw by urchins from afar
where sounds of fruits and leaves
falling, like a miracle from heaven,
yet love flows from all quarters
for us to feel, follow and be
a part of the world veering in.
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