Rhodesia

"He who draws noble delights from sentiments of poetry is a true poet, though he has never written a line in all his life." - George Sand

Rhodesia

One summer evening, I stood by the seashore; Gazing at footprints carved in the sand like art; Reminiscing on a journey we hoped to explore; Aching at dreams lost while we are apart In a quiet lament, the sun sinks into the ocean While the moon rises out of it in a slow fashion

Oh Rhodesia! We sat, we sang, we sashayed our hips To beating drums and clapping hands Awoken by the scent of ginger tea on our lips We sat around the brazier as June commands Roasting peanuts and telling made up tales Beneath the starlit sky with precise details

August sprinkled light dust on sparkling verandas Women wrapped in vibrant head-wraps and chitenges Cleared dust with brooms made from broomcorn October’s scorching heat fiercely stung like a thorn Sack wrapped containers hang by the avocado tree Cooling the water inside before the shade could flee

At sunset, purple and peach hues painted the sky To close the day; at nightfall we stood like a spy On wooden stools, watching Tamil movies Through the neighbor’s window in the cool breeze December came and we paraded the streets In new clothes and new shoes; eating treats Singing Christmas songs and picking pomegranates

Now I stand on the shores of long beach Looking back at the footprints in the sand Thinking how far we have come to reach Looking ahead at the blank canvass in hand Thinking how far we still have to go

©Malita

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