Poems/Tula Compilation

Poem 023: Horizon

This intricate beat,

Is the reason for this intense heat,

Some may be in conceit,

But love is the mislaid piece for this to be complete.

Caste placed, drifting us beyond feet,

I'm a dreg, and you're an elite,

I cogitate as I know I have no feat,

I sigh as I walk while thinking of my defeat.

Your ardent and loving voice that's so sweet,

Yet my doleful face placed as my greet,

This love, it's flawed, as we kept on meeting in discreet,

In this place where we can see the land and sky meet.