Dancing feet of a solitary reaper

Dancing feet of a solitary reaper.

Then I will sing on it again like a bird with plucked wings

encaged in a hot iron rod jail .

Then I will cry out like a child who has lost both parents

Instantaneously.

It was never enough for us to trode on it with chests ,

held high in the air .

Then I will protest like an irked crowd of women furiously,

marching to destroy their perpetrator.

Then when all is gone, I’ll be hung in the atmosphere like

dust from the dancing horses.

Dear flower its been long since I danced with you , for my

feet had been healing from the scars of the crack ridden

floor I grew up on.

The cloud of ignorance hovers all over for they all get fed

with silver or gold spoons.

But I always bump and collide with tartared garments in my

closet and the hauling storms and thunder rumbling in the

stomach makes it worse.

Palms of wisdom save us from tyranny and poverty eating

our heels and everyone around us.

Yes I am a solitary reaper in an empty field, but I sing joy with

jubilance and calmly I will lay on mother earth knowing you are

safe mother.

palms of wisdom