
BOYS IN THE HOOD
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 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,