By Symon Maguru
It was in a middle of a night
Dark as a night of two weeks
A heart cracker, when two simultaneous rocks
Swept away by monsoon rains failed to stand
Wiped in existence,
Sorrowful like a separation of a door and frame.
Never has it passed unwashed
Haunting me day and night,
A ghost certainly not seen before by mankind;
Thinking of how they thrived
Freezing water from the river
Expecting fish to survive and live happier
Well I tried to erase all scenes from my brain’s diary
Finally failed to and you’re still part of me dear euphoria.