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Central Village, ah bitter-sweet your love
The golden sunset above
The black smoke of sugarcane burning
And the boy on Twickenham's mead yearning
Sometimes again like flocks of birds in flight
Across the evening sky
Memory comes winging at the edge of night
And old men only sigh
For all life treasures seem in the past, gone
And every new dawn
Is empty, but of the world's weariness. My pearl,
My diamond in the rough was she
The troubled, bright eye, beautiful girl
I did not know joy she brought to me
Despite your violent lanes, broken fences
You showed me life without gilt and pretenses
Jew, jew, can you hear the rain
The swallows have come home
There is a flood in the sugarcane
And he wonders where you roam
Jew, jew can you hear the rain
The mangoes fall from every tree
Children are dancing in the lane
And he keeps vigil and memory
Jew, jew can you hear the rain
The sun is gone, now gone for good
He smiles a lot, but laugh is vain
Hate is sweet, but love is good, is good.
love, sweet, sweet,
As I sit and watch the rain
Through the clear window pane
I can feel the music
Of the water running down the drain
Ecstatic I become down memory lane
You, so charming, so rustic
So funny and so smart
Strangers we are, strangely
Still, you inspire me
My whole being tingles and giggles
What are those feelings for?
Shall I go to the secret fountain
And let the hearty fairy
Know of my sweet pain
Which is just like a sweet tooth
Aching for a bite of sugarcane?
Where are thou?
For whom does thou heart beat?
My verses are here,
Eternal, in this temporal world.
Rose and jasmine may loose their
charm and enchanting fragrance
Honey may taste sour and bitter
Even season's sugarcane may
go dry and juiceless
But oh, my sweetheart
I know you 'll remain
my love of charm and virtues
And of unfathomable affection
A true gift to me for life
UGWU CORNELIUS CHIDERA
I have walked
through this road.
Yes, it was very
I walked with my
I both angry sun and
That same road
without any pain.
On the road she
hugged and kissed.
She protected me
I steadily received
Arm to arm to
That same road was
filled with likeness.
But on a certain
day,I earned love
The wearing and
weeping on this road
not of wish but to
That same road I
wept for our
lost love, love, universe,
If character is lost
Everything is lost,
But what happens;
When somebody’s love is lost.
No one dares to comment,
No one will ever forecast,
Because definition of love is very vast,
Love is beyond caste,
Love is beyond state,
Love is beyond time,
Love is beyond country,
Love is beyond alpha century,
Love is like dust,
Circulating in the universe.
Love is in lover’s eyes,
Love is in lover’s sight,
Love is lover’s presence,
Love is in lover’s fragrance.
Love doesn’t mean always to get,
Sometimes it also means to lose.
Love doesn’t stop with separation;
It becomes more and more established,
Like sugarcane turns sweet;
With the running wheel of time.
allegory, allusion, autumn, beauty, culture, devotion,
The sugarcane is growing again, sun-fed.
The baby-ish sweetness of those fields invites one to hack forward with a surgeon's scalpel.
Imagine a piece of birthday cake taken to the grinding iron rollers of a sugarcane mill.
Sugar is love, but the sugarcane is sharp like a blade of iron.
Can sweet things be red and martial? Was the Lamb not born under the last light of the Ram?
I am tired of a cold steel dagger in my heart; I may well be a silly lamb.
Yet if my heart could bleed, it would bleed blue and Neptunian.
Or, perhaps, it's the sun of lavender fields blazing in purple,
That will bring our souls to the sea of starry amethyst.