A few have just returned from reaping crops, dry cheeks ruddy from cold
Grass blades glued on their handsewn clothes, Still panting from the exertion
Hands parched scratched from digging out tubers from hard earth
Tiny fingers frayed, a few swollen tender
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The UN had tried to negotiate with,
The warring trespassers.
But alas! As anticipated,
The negotiations failed.
Berated, bruised and banged
Her vituperative outburst was slammed
For all her turmoil, she was jabbed and blamed
Her character was splintered and maligned
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Sitting on a minibus
My heart thumping in my chest
The driver leaking
Chrysanthemum tea
The blinding symphony of lights
Reflecting behind me
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I joined a writing workshop,
Where I learnt to join my dots;
And picked the art of writing,
To give wings to my thoughts.
When the roads are covered with beds of snow,
Winter has arrived, everyone should know.
When you see lights and decor,
A big christmas tree and so much more!
This virus is called Corona;
It came from China.
The roads are silent;
Many people can’t go camping in the tent.
We ambled through the forest,
Footsteps quiet as the night;
Shadows haunted the scenery,
As we waited for the light.
The human digestive system is complex;
Though it works with a movement reflex.
The system always in its hands,
Has the alimentary canal and the associated glands.
Imagine a bright and sunny day,
And you are imagining your way;
Now, here comes the disturbance,
Some questions, which make no sense.
