Minute Maid (Kadama Tales)

 All along allover and moreover

over dunes among raging sand storms

in the middle of the East

under wrath of a merciless sun

just to savour milk off a dirty cup,

fate of a minute's maid.

Wistful toes kissing sharp sand grains

laid over an earth thirsty for sweat

carried on by a november spiral wind

dehydrating what's left of the wails

of her inconsolable despair,

wilts not, keeps guards up.

Twisted twice in bruises of toil

all around the clock hunches her back

reminiscent of a painful past,

an anxious present and

worries of the unpredictable worse,

that's yet to come.

All along allover and moreover

over the Sahara to the pearl

flowing in bountiful flows of milk & honey.

holding onto a smile deep from with in

coming home to mama.

Brusque smiles from a distant

rainy eyes for toils of vanity

Where is her sweat?

were all the pictures sent a deceit?

Her heart shutters In front of her

who carried her for nine months.

What's that that's worth a worth,

worth fighting and toiling for

who is worth trust,

under the outrageous silent sobs

In her hands she brakes

into an eternal slumber that comes after

cardiac arrest, she drifts.

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