Such was the delicate condition of the heart.
The day read us, the night understood us.
Shattering the dream with open eyes
Seeing my own life laughed at me.
were pain medicine medicines pain how we breathe
The winds against us were also poisonous.
I had a thousand words to say
The silence on our lips used to die on us.
Our enmity with God was liquor cigarette
And the book was made of all these three.
Nik Rajpoot-
Similar Posts by The Mt Kenya Times:
- Mt Kenya Times ePAPER November 3, 2026
- Kang’ata: ‘I turned down the Deputy President’s job — it was a trap’
- World Bank’s KSh26B project to restore Kenya’s degraded landscapes and transform 750,000 lives
- Wiper sets final deadline for 2027 aspirants as Kenya’s electoral race begins in earnest
- Kalonzo draws his line in the sand
About the Author
