—— POEM 𝒃𝒚 Nasim Khan
I’ve three roles to play:
The first one is of a young man
Who now talks to none.
He doesn’t even ask himself
I’ve three roles to play:
The first one is of a young man
Who now talks to none.
He doesn’t even ask himself
Africa, Africa, Africa of valiant warriors in ancient Savannahs,
My granny sings about Africa, Although I have…
You are my morning brightness,
evening silence;
You are lighted than dream,
faster than wind,
A crowd runs through his veins.
His soul is red.
His soul
chirps
in the echo of ears,