by Mbũrũ Kamau
Published on: Feb 27, 2007
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Type: Poetry

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.



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