Like snapshots of time 

We are boys in the hood 

Spluttering and spluttering 

Fin-like-fins of streamed rivulets

Ironed and steeled by exuberance 

Of joyful laughter…

Like a sparrow

let the healing balm from this ink pierce through your ailment

and let your smiles be coloured with the elixir of good health

What if I told you I’ll listen

To every whispers and groans

And not draw conclusions based on your story

Nor tell ours to another soul.

With your hands

You untie my lock.

We fell into a whirlpool of tenderness

Through numerous turmoil and wasted time

On all the wrong steps,