There is this lady that keeps on
Needlessly knocking on my door
It’s not that her knock that annoys me
Rather than her insistent on not
To enter the open door
She says she is afraid of what may
Lack beyond the open door
She says many doors have been open for her
She has always came out her eyes chocked with smoke
She does not know if the fire will run out of firewood
She is afraid that her lungs can no longer smoke the smoke
I do not know if the firewood is enough
For the fire
All I know is that
My endless search for firewood
Will keep the fire burning
Bundo- the poet
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