Poem

THIS BOY

he was made crude he germinated earthily Among the thorns of the jungle Far away from the roses and the hibiscuses. A thought emerged winner of his poll he turned to a senior plant in Read more…

By Germane, ago
Poem

TO THE NIGHT BREEZE

  Saviour you are Comfort flavour you are Soothing vapour discharged From your freezing abooode Come live with me forever Your leave could revive the fever Your counterpart left when the sun’s smile was harsh Read more…

By Germane, ago