Imprisoned Love Poem by Valerian Mwenda

Why don’t you make up your mind?
To allow somebody to fall in love with you
You’ve fenced your heart with a wall of stone
Stout than that of China
Ostensibly to cage your free feelings
But in reality you suffer consummation
From your heavy pride
And where are you from anyway?
Oh! From the land where the flame of passion
Succumbs to the adorning with a veil
As the heart in the bosom roasts in the furnace
Of suppressed feelings
And the eyes under the veil
Lament in their penitentiary,
Imprison your appetite too, fair lady
When you behold me rolling with those who are free
A free woman is like an angel
She excites the desire of every man
A proud woman is a harlot of feelings
For she kills the nature in her
And denies her heart the melodies of the ensembles
Of life and existence
And she will ultimately, painfully behold
Little girls, her subordinates
Enjoy the passion of affection
And the marital bliss
As she wrinkles her face away!