Love Poem: A Market of Woolen Blanket
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Written by: Mugisho Theophile

A Market of Woolen Blanket

I could see every youth moving to that market.
A place where I bought my solely blanket; 
An abode full of different people who make noise.
There, men and women are standing still in poise.

A bachelor had gone there with his puppet; 
Nights his third leg had been badly upright.
To buy a nice and fitting woolen blanket lard.
His cabin had been silent like a new graveyard. 

Such was a place of known people to meet anytime;
For singles and divorced to seek heating covers.
For their nightly hidden full sleep not of snores.
Delight they relish, not in mass, but in silence.

For killing nightly cold, a bachelor never marries.
With true manhood, he does so to become a lord.
Manhood of those who offer their blood daughter
In a good mood, he begets male and female broods. 
Such is the blanket that quilts the nightly cold.


Poem by Mugisho N Theophile