I Dreamed A Day Poem by Melikhaya Zagagana

O'... but my seed in tiny shoots,
the soil in arid plains
and the rain in absent mode
tears were the only way
to soak the thirsty seed
to deny the brutal sun
and let the soil swig in
water of salt and pain,
no body cared about the salty seed,
nobody cared about the blowing wind
that saw my seed in broken limbs,
that shook my seed to plant a pain and
set the soggy soil to arid plain, the dream
is moving on and the seed took a shape in
borrowed moist, to see the dreamy day, here
i shall cut a turn to see the journey through
and hen my hatchy seed, i dreamed a day, to see
my fruitful seed as handy shield in brutal days.