Poetry Corner
CHECK YOURSELF!
There she goes! Twisting and spinning like
she’s won a lottery. Do you blame her? 6 million cedis Peruvian hair
nicely woven on her skull in a way that makes her blush
World trade center bag effortlessly fixed on the
radius of her arm without a dash
Off to town she sets, cat-walking and parading
herself like a model
Where to? Do I even know?
She strides elegantly thinking the world lies in her Gucci purse
People stare and watch with gruesome faces as if to
“ssss” and tell her the mess
In her naïve mind, she thinks aloud- “damn I look
hot!”
Sorry Miss! Your leggings is screening a lot
As if she cares? Oh yea, she’s aware!
She flirts with the tune of the wind swaying her
away
Spontaneous smiles transmits to baffled street
admirers who don’t really give a fuss
Excuse me miss, your hair is a mess!
Unaware, she still thinks “damn I look hot!”
Now who will be bold to tame this lioness?
Oh yes she is! Just be sure she doesn’t mistaken
you for a prey
She looks red but it’s a pity, she’s unaware
Oh tell her! Please tell her, her butt is painted
Tell her, her hair is raised
Tell her, her bra is showing
Tell her, her zipper is open
Please don’t forget to tell her that she rather looks horrible
0ops! Smiles are fading now and anxiety steps in
Now she knows and she is tamed
She got nothing to say but I got something to say
to her
When you walk along the street and you feel people
staring at you
It is just one of two reasons
Either you look hot or you look horrible
Don’t be too quick to conclude for the former when
you haven’t rechecked
At least I have told you!
For a minute I enjoy the luxury
Aha! There go the affronts, curses, moans and
protests
ECG! ECG!! ECG!!!
My joy is constantly compromised
Now my wardrobe is left in shambles
ECG! ECG!! ECG!!!
Like an occasionally generous chap
I know you care less about my plea
ECG! ECG!! ECG!!!
Don’t tell me you are on with the connections
Please release me from this torture
ECG! ECG!! ECG!!! ECG!!!!
For a minute I enjoy the luxury
A new dawn just delivered new dreams
Yet you remain the same old you
The night was never guaranteed but at least you managed to pull
through
Anxiety, pain and despair were your three redundant cushions of
nightmare
Ones on which you slept-awake, jittery to continue the war out
there
You have a debt to pay?
Yes! Arrears of promises you made the previous days
Life bangs on your door fretfully hoping for better gains
You can run but you can hide, you have to pay or die
Curtly, noon comes calling and still your odds look gloomy
Night tags along once again but in fact nothing has really changed
The hopes, dreams and promises are once more booted to give way to
distress
Nothing lost, nothing gained but at least you can boast of
another chance
Again you are dragged back into the icy grip of your divan
Into the darkness where your three cushions lay in wait for you
Let them torture you;
perhaps only for another night
You don’t have a choice, just wish for a better epoch
Hope and pray; for at least life is on your side
Definitely the sun rays will come smiling from the transom where
you hide
Just believe and keep the faith alive- keep pressing!
Remember! Life always offers you a second chance
It is called tomorrow
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