A weary longing
For your hands to lift me up.
My weak joints drag me.
Will you remember me in your prayers
before dinner?
My imaginations they call hallucinations
Can you be my voice and allow once
To hydrate my scorched tongue?
When each bud blooms
Honey bees dance, mango smell looms.
When each human smiles
The whole world lights up.
With all doors open
Butterflies glide in, fill every space with
wonder.
A bowl of hot porridge and a pinch of salt
To keep my heart warm, an unknown.
I did not go live nor was my name among
newsmakers
But you know I exist, obscured
Somewhere in the thick dark shadows of
misery.
A stranger on my own turf
Will you pass me a glance mindful?