by Bamukunda Hillary
Marry Me
At dawn I set off to hunt
In the process am hurt
That I can't build a hut
Yet my age can manage a hat
At noon I decide to perceive
Wondering whether to conceive
But am meant to receive
That which she cannot deceive
At dusk I break the silence
For I quest for my deliverance
I must await your radiance
To you I keep my reverence
From:
Uganda
Copyright ©:
Bamukunda
Last updated September 07, 2016