UNINSPIRED

The calabash is empty

Its waters vanished

Making its chambers dry

The calabash is thirsty

So thirsty it is crying

Crying for waters which initially burdened

III

The calabash is hungry

Hungry in bottom

But the winds are having fun in blowing

The calabash is dancing

Eyes see it dancing

But it sees that as an exhibition of its emptiness

The calabash wants exploration

Exploration of banishment

On the streams protected

By the beautiful coupling cocoa farms

Whose seeds passed through the hands of Tetteh Quarshie

Tags FEMALE WRITERS, Life, 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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