About My Poetry


I have no silver-saddled horse to ride,
No inheritance to live on,
Neither riches no real-estate
A pot of honey is all I own.
A pot of honey
red as fire!

My honey is my everything.
I guard
My riches and my real-estate
my honey pot, I mean
From pests of every species,
Brother, just wait…
As long as I’ve got
Honey in my pot,
Bees will come to it
from Timbuktu…


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About My Poetry