Poems from ngopes
That long afternoon,
I couldnot niether enjoy eating,
nor take a quick walk.
I was sitting next to my bed,
a white cotton cloth wrapped...
There is never an end to
crave for power,
and greed for wealth that,
most of us take so much pride in,”
my Grandfather said,during his last...
She wakes up early this morning,
because she wants to go to the water park.
I am sitting on a chair, in the shade,
white towel on knee, and...
“There is never an end to thoughts,
be it good or bad," my aunt would sayas her mind, like wild monkeys, wouldswing across the mango trees,...
On my way home,
late in the afternoon,
with sunken eyes,
water droplets trickling down my shorts,
I pinched myself on my right hand
to see...