Drizzle on the Grassfield
On this grassfield, I roll like a ball
in the drizzle, melting this torrid
heat and sweat – agents of agitation.
Saying "Forget about it, " I keep
rolling on and on as far as the edge
of this green mattress, and feel
once again the drizzle of Granny's
grace falling on a little kid that I was
at Grandpa's farmhouse,
simply a sweating reed heated
by Mum's words – oh, ear-blasting
as clatters of steel and deafening
about my failure in school. Now
I taste the drizzle's honey, leaving
aside my colleagues' grin
that frustration is my nickname.
Poetry by Sofiul Azam
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Written on 2006-12-13 at 09:23
Tags Anxiety
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