| by Mbũrũ Kamau | |
| Published on: Feb 27, 2007 | |
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| Type: Poetry | |
| https://www.tigweb.org/express/panorama/article.html?ContentID=11377 | |
| Where are the footsteps? I followed my shadow, living in the benevolence of my heart Asking for the humanity to have a human face Not to terrorise the disabled I climbed the highest mountain, Shouted at the top of my voice Calling all who cared to listen For a message of wanton livelihood I spent sleepless nights Asking what to do for your heart And bingo! The answer came in I was not petrified Not at all I walked the dusty terrain Swerved along the wet road Lost my memory And lived a life for you Because you matter a lot Then you felt so bad That I took my step and made a choice Which you thought you had known And forgot that I have my inner self That is unknown to the outside I regret, for being too good for you And forgot myself too For your sake You did not show me your care Only hatred, when you saw me with another of your kind But did not know how hurt I was As days progressed Inside Now I took my stand, and you boiled with rage Turned red and spat on me, my face I cleaned myself and moved on And because of that… …I remove my hat Deigning over you and whisper I am sorry; I did not know you are like that I need to move on without your footsteps Behind me Bye. « return. |
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