Melody Thaila Kuku Poems

Like the knight of sleeping beauty,
He slash through my heart.
Tearing down my courage,
Shattering my resolve like a wine Glass.
...

My blood boils,
Its steam beating against the sky.
Oh! if pen were a sword,
Then let it be that i slash at their Hearts.
...

When the bushes of our black mother.
Lay uncut,
And we waddled about with newly weaned feet.
A hand sweated with a ferocious pen,
...

Bad Engines, faulty parts.
Who cares? It doesn't matter, we'll fly anyhow.
The ear is filled with slapping of currencies together.
Who cares?
...

If ere i am given another chance,
i would love you again and again.
I would put my hands in your clasp.
And sail with you to the moon.
...

I watch anxiously as the children gaze at me.
Is it the time? i wondered.
When the blood in me will be sapped by drunken men,
And my teeth be plucked from my mouth?
...

That golden moment when the world stands still,
Heart beats are calm,
Time pause a while.
But then the silence is broken,
...

Tell me what you think of my love,
Is it cold or hot?
Does the coldness of my heart,
Chill your soul?
...

The voice coming across the seas,
He could smell the aroma of thick passion,
In a gentle air.
Strings of music play melodies foreign to the heart,
...

Listen to the heart,
It sings.
What songs?
I know not.
...