…these days young man
are such as I wanted to make
my house a Home
but every time I draw blank for
there was no window blown by
the fresh air full of clouds’ smell
and the dry leaves that
circles like the time immemorial
to once again share its splendour.
When I dried my blood to make
a pigment for the love letters
they turned harsh wounds
that patterned a constellation
under whom I got birth to
a Human
the one young looking but with
the betraying eyes- they were
telling an age of teratology, now
belonging to tales that no one
is impressed by.
When you take a Pen and step
the rainbow threshold of the Beyond
never care if the elders are pissed off
just because you are breaking their
inner idols they were worshiping so
religiously only to deceive themselves
that much appalling you may be
and that’s it. Let this be your Law!
●Fahredin Shehu
