If It Is Really A Curse Poem by Paul Mwenelupembe

If It Is Really A Curse



If it is really a curse
That mounts temp's on high
If curses were horses
That nourishes the large mess
The it's an accident in the house

If it is really a curse
That circulates mid air collusions
If a curse is a dose of springs
That dances its brightness
Then it's a battle field

If it is really a curse
That enriches down turn
If it is really a curse
That breaks the pots
Then it's a fire that scorches

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
It's happening on an imaginary land where people cry for under development. What is really happening? Every is astonished. May be they are under a curse for they have forgotten their maker? Their only God? The story ends that way in this poem.
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Paul Mwenelupembe

Paul Mwenelupembe

Queens Central Hospital, Blantyre, Malawi
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