Song To My Grandma
The owls are hooting
by Tony Adah
Nightjars are changing positions at dusk
On the roads
No matter what sinister forces join hands
It is not yet time for me to leave.
I will tarry in the stream
Allow alum to spread on the turbid water
And let me fetch limpid water
For my grand mama.
No one needs to hurry
In a journey of no return
I am a pebble from a sling
I will travel but to come back
Is like seeing the toad with a tail
I will travel in a train
That takes both rich and poor fare free.