My beloved where is He?

That makes this She

Heart so beat

Mind not fit

Dreams to dream

Hopes to the brim

Whose kiss...

Is more a bliss

Whose touch …

Many a feelings hatch

Whose smile...

Sends an ecstasy more than a mile

Is asking to pluck this flower tonight

Been asking for a fortnight

This flower…

This lovely flower…

Is not willing to depart

And be set apart

From where ‘tis rooted

Petals that are dotted

With heavenly dews

Don’t want to feel no hues

For once plucked

And the petals touched

They so  black

And gloomily slack

Thrown into the bin

Seeing it a sin

Yet more flowers bloom

Popping with a beauty boom

This thorns I beg shield

That the pluckers’ strength may not yield

MUTHONI NYAGA