My old man.
The cricket chirp to me at night
I wake up first person from Nile
I wake up early to capture sunset,
then I see an old man walking,
He is feeble and so stressed
He hangs a keg of water on his shoulder,
He is bruised and sober
He stands for a while watching the sunset
Drops his keg and sit on the floor
Not smiling nor crying.
I walked up to him and sat next to him
Quiety we watched the sun leave our gaze up the world for millions to work till dusk.
This man I see and sit with every morning
Every morning pass us round and round.
he held my hands trembling and smiling,
Furiously he looked in my eyes
Mother earth a place to behold,
My daughter there is no place for me except the love of dawn and hug of dusk.
Your eyes are sleek sweet and bright
Your smell is scent of my morning fresh breath
Do you not communicate to me in this silence I would have fled,
Do you not break a bread with me , perhaps I be no more
Do you not watch with me, I feel numb
Oh nothing describes this,
My child I call you in my dreams
My child oh mother earth has given me
In a dream of night and set of sun
I found my child
Sitting next to me like a blood line
Ohh my child I see you again.
Wash you feet with this water
Water alone I have and company of you today
Perhaps I see you tomorrow my child
We will talk and talk.