Dedicated to my daughter.

I once rose as the morning star,
But now am deluded and oppressed.
A wretched senile with pain laden tears.
Enslaved to passion of those days.

My unhappy soul is shaken with rejection.
Stressed with the failure of not to be loved,
But back in the days I was the only alley child.
That all the lass wanted to be with me.

Darkening my heart with passion,
But now am a woe to them.
Nobody to call me his own.
Faded with the calamity of the old age.

         Joshua madiba

Her eyes were drawing strinking looks to mine.
That I started tripping on her feet.
Worshiping the beauty I had never seen.
She told me to rise,
Entrapped by her voice.
Enchanting me with words of ecstasy.
At the moment I was enthralled by the princess consort's body.
A beauty beyond perfection.

              2nd/01/2021
              Joshua madiba

I have been reading every book in a soft way.
Romancing every page I touch.
By the time I would reach the ******.
The pressure would be high,
But when I met you.
You taught me to be aggressive.
Rough and forcing.
Which other books don't want.
I no longer read books in a soft way.
Cause you taught me to be aggressive.

         Joshua madiba