Celebrating East African Writing!
Old flames never die
although like fallow gardens they potently lie
waiting to be cultivated again
easily relighting with no bargain
The yearning in my heart prematurely ended
long before my pledge for you I blended
with a story still in the making
so I abandoned you, sadly croaking
You’ve changed and aged, my dear
the graphs of life’s harshness on your face – too clear.
if I mustered a mature gentleman’s bow
will you accept my renewed lifelong vow?
Tell me you ain’t married yet
and your eyes I will duly wet
as I re-enter your tender heart
like a warrior returning to his hut
©Pascal Masila Mailu