Shimbo Pastory
This poem was published by Kalahari Review on 24th August, 2021
Just a stone throw
Where men crave to go
But men’s lost will,
Drunk with choices
Had roots plugged off,
Long ago!
How shall we
Warm cold hearts in snow
Or crawl
Where race routs a hefty blow?
Do feet take heads
Where they won’t dare go?
And show them straight paths
While round routes they know?
Roots see folks grow
Where seeds were sown
And rip them of zeal
To be the-other next morn
For sons build castles
To see them live —
While aged men’s frazzled minds
Break walls never made.
Just a stone throw
Where men crave to go!
