Strolling on the margins of orbiting flames
Helplessly with hands too short for a hand
The petals are drying off in excess sorrow
And tears are dripping irresistibly
Blown is the joy, sinking beyond our reach
For the dilemma is flowing in our inner vessels
A burden press, a source of grief emanation
If only the flames could illuminate the horrible night.
Read – No Apology for Inefficiency – A Poem by Ronald K Ssekajja, Uganda
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