I am Kamehameha of column five
Counting on the strings on your Lyre
That gave up much before the performance
Corridors of the Auditorium were stirringly slippery
The music slipped from the windows onto the
Slouching shoulders of the sulking old woman under the banyan tree
Tears roll down the grass and create Tsunamis in the hinterland
Sh… Shh….. Shhh….
Silence is much better than
The silken darks of Sanity!!
Music unheard is much forceful than the heard
Intentions are counter
Many years ago man waded in the mire of my thoughts
Do you?
Call back home and find out if cassava is growing well?
Tender man!
It is not your fault
Sun shone like this for eons on this greener land
Swords made it musty
Can’t take you further into the folds of sulcii and gyrii
Blood curdling bandit song it was!!
Forget it old man!
Go ahead with your performance even if the hall is overflowing!
I did that and I am here!!
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