Desire beyond Time
Rojio Usham *
Night sleeps with our story.
The gust of the mortal proves futile,
fan the flames of me with fire.
Desire to go beyond time,
to that mythical past
when there was nothing-
no religion, no act, no draconian law-
to that space where I can fly freely.
Have they invented a gun
whose bullet can make us
fly beyond the speed of light?
Needs must control its speed.
Hello Mr Commando,
I heard you have got the gun.
"No." "I don't have?"
Really! Don't tell me that.
Mr Bush told me
He had passed it to Mr Barack.
I went to white house
I found him not there.
I search him every nook and cranny,
I only find beggars everywhere,
beggars begging blood like you,
You are proud of being a son
of one of the oldest civilization
with your uncivilized act
of begging bloods and drinking it.
Africa is still crying,
and who knows where Mr Barack is.
I search and search, but all in vain.
The whole day I couldn't find him,
I returned home exhausted
and my mother must also be tired too
with her meira waiting for me
So, I was hurrying home.
On my way back,
At the bank of barak river,
I saw Mr Barack buying fish,
for his soldiers,
bargaining with fishmongers.
He told me he had given
the gun to Mr Lalmohan
which Mr Lalmohan had
presented to Mr Taibi, our king.
The duty of kingship is conquering desire.
Pain persist us in errant ways.
I really need a bullet
of that unique gun, Mr Commando.
Come on, shoot me! Shoot me!
And let me fly beyond time.
Usham Rojio
04-04-2010
* Poem from Rojio Usham.
He can be contacted at urojio(at)gmail(dot)com . This poem was webcasted on April 20, 2010.
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