If You Poem by John Ngirachu

If You



Probed my visage for a sign
Listened to the heart for a flutter
You'd be dead beat my good master
For a shot from this strong fort.

If you read the straight leads
from the body beat
lies hammered out in grey
or the upright letters in capital,
never would you hear
the whispers from your erstwhile dear.

listen sometimes to the winds
for the whispers from those like me
who walk no more like they did
who smile no more
or let shine their smiles upon the world.

listen to those who miss you
listen to those who miss you.

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