Batsiranayi Ngugama
It is now torn
Torn to shreds
It has lost its tone
Nomore that touch;
The purpose was d9ne;
Noone ever imagined.
The lining was good
All eyes were on it
It was beautiful
Attractive and superb
The market loved it
But, now it’s torn
And has lost vibe
It’s shameful
This dress proved useful
It’s merit are there to see
It proved to be helpful
The owner liked
Because it took him afar!
À new asset in the home
All questioned how it was purchased?
Where it was bought?
How it was made?
Why it fitted fittingly?
It however, remained an ordinary dress..
With time it worn
Daily services are brutal
Wears the engine like Mavhuradonha!
It adheres to being worn
Like a ritual
But awaits effects of Boterekwa!
I wonder!
Yes, I deserve to wonder!
Whether the manufacturer is aware?
How and of what significance it were
Unfortunately,the owner was unaware
The velvet dress is torn!
It is like a worn out pot
Noone remembers what it served?
Eduring the agony of one hundred degrees
Ironically, it never the delicious food
It dies
And thrown away
As if it never was on limelight
Really, this dress is now worn out and torn
It is torn and worn out
Noone vehemently likes it
It is unlikeable
Thee someone rode on it
They say, ‘behind,’ not infront!
Maybe that is why it is worn out and torn.
A torn and worn out dress!
