Robert Isaacs Chiwala

Is It For Real

Is this game

A real play?

Or some childish fray

(A frolic game)

 

Warm bodies

Rocking high

With smooth music

Only a loud cry

 

Moaning

Groaning

Pleads

Unusual breaths

 

But I wanted something permanent

That can forever last

Like the shinning sun ...

Yet you are just smiling

 

Should I take your smile

For a loud yes!

Or your silence

Your rebuffed pile

 

Should this warmth

End like a play?

Cause in replay

It shall haunt for its unquenched truth