For a change, my beloved:
A breach from the norm is a necessity.
I'll never feel loved;
With abundant material surety...
These endless safaris to beaches;
These sumptuous dishes in exclusive restaurants;
These countlesss bouquets of roses:
Offered in sheer silence; without even a kiss,
Are ruining me!
I beseech you, son of man,
Save your gold for hungry days ahead,
Or donate to destitutes languishing here.
Tame your ego, and ride not on pride--
It's apart tearing our heart...
To your heart hold me close,
Thrill me with a genuine smile,
As in our veins blood whisper with ease,
Let's dance to songs of time and wind;
Show me love,
Sing me love,
Tend this love--
Long to live;
Even when gone...
(c) Pius Khisa.
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