Poems from ngopes

There is never an end to crave for power, and greed for wealth that, most of us take so much pride in,” my Grandfather said,during his last...
She wakes up early this morning, because she wants to go to the water park. I am sitting on a chair, in the shade, white towel on knee, and...
“There is never an end to thoughts, be it good or bad," my aunt would sayas her mind, like wild monkeys, wouldswing across the mango trees,...
On my way home, late in the afternoon, with sunken eyes, water droplets trickling down my shorts, I pinched myself on my right hand to see...
I dislike having to get up at such an hour, But I obsess about it.It’s cloudless summer night.The moonless night settles in its solace.It’s...

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