MY CALL

No matter the level of drought

In the sky

There’s the occasional dewdrop

A little is better than none

None is none

So who wants none

When he can have it all?

Let tongues travel

Across the sea and back

Making me infamously famous

It is a starved plant which hears its stomach rumbling

Casting aspersions will do me no harm

You have to walk in these shoes to feel the heat

I can lie in wait for a river without water

But can’t be thirsty sitting close to a river overflowing

With no thought of the river offering to quench my thirst.

Tags CASTIGATIONS, CASTING ASPERSIONS, POETRY.

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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4 replies on “MY CALL”

Like all fine poets since the beginning of time, you write transcendent wisdom with command and eloquence. “I can lie in wait for a river without water….to quench my thirst.” So very fine.

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