Ngara Fishing Ground Poem by Paul Mwenelupembe

From Ngara fishing ground emits the fish of sweets
Bliss of peace embodied in the best God's eyes
Seated curvedly coats, the fish blossoming swifts kisses
A mother of swift's variety shows imposed by the author's ices
Mud of hospitable wells, well vested in the giggling land
On top of the tree sighs ADMARC and air circles the monster
Propeller of funs and only poet fully embraced in her hand
While down the roots, rests the colorful coves of bay's roaster
Gruesome birds swimming in the fresh seashes
And assembles lodges, pots of green, supper natural Ngara's love
The fishing ground of blue breeze mesmerizing fishing cells
Eminent emerald of Ngara Empire, in the mother nature's dove
The hottest ceramic, humid welcome, plays its role like english
Stifling springs of warmer mists and coolness a smile lay
The key of Karongan coasts, the rich mother Ngara with fish
The poly star coastal basis with mother nature's clay