OH! AFRICA!

Let me race like the moonlight stream -

spreading the innate floral essence along.

The day when all the buds would bloom -

lulling one towards an intoxicating joy.

Sky would be full of life - Blue Africa!

All the birds of your golden horizon -

your mind will take to flight in silent joy.

I miss your grasslands, calls of the fawn.

Birds wud' return to canvas treetops,

with cackling of the hyenas - Dear Africa!

Sun peeps through the pores of my mind -

a sponge of my dreams, my imaginations.

Rains got sucked in cracked 'n' scorched earth -

like the empty bellies of the dark skinned -

by hunger that outshamed all - Dark Africa!

Seedlings holds a promise, not kept till date -

while the water like mirage eludes thru' ages.

The seat of power, the throne of the lion -

kept under foot in chains by 'whites of the west'.

Let the light shine on the parched earth -

and springforth a fountain of hope. 

I would embrace the realisation of my dream, 

fill the bony and skinny tummies...

Oh! Africa! Africa of my past dreams...

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