White Road-

Take Me to My Beloved

Amit Shah

When the day goes to

sunset and the sparrows return to

their nests the

White Road

 

takes rest beside some shrubs

listening to the whisper of the stream

that falls tirelessly from hill top to

kiss the round shaped pebbles- just

like my lover’s round face who is

now  a star .

 

White Road,

 let me put on your trajectory

and catapults me to my beloved.

 

 

 

AFRICA TO HER CHILDREN

Ken Obi

I am somewhere    

From which you were taken against my will

I am the forest

You my trees were taken

I am the farm

Weeded against my will

I am the fruit

Harvested against my will

I am your mother and father

Not able to stop them

 

The raped

The bleached

The flogged

The stripped

 

Now I see negro-forests

My trees have made

In distant frontiers

Spreading from strength to strength

 

That soothes the flow of tears

That I most shed centuries back

Ride on….

Your blackness will always trace me

I did not really lose you