Tried to summon my courage,
There was a touch of insanity,
If you ask me,
There was a sense of lugubrious drollery,
In the whole scene;
Which could not be dissipated
With the musical chants.
My pace was slow and heavy,
I knew i was taking a merry dance with death;
The drought had affected him too,
His joints were like knots in a rope;
Meagre breasts panted together,
Eyes stared stonily,
Oh dear!!! I wasn’t ready.
The wound had just healed,
He won’t be able to fit,
That I knew for sure;
But his devilish look cut through
The mournful stillness of my spirit,
He won’t wait for me,
Do I get a say really?