SHADES OF A WELCOME

1.                                                                                        
Welcome home they say to him,
the rich furry carpets of Arabia,
the dense walls overlaid with waxed hues,
hues that smite the eyes with wonder,
and draws the fingertips to embrace.

2.
Welcome home they say to him again,
scents from china bowls overflowing with honeyed venison,
soft ballads tumbling out of the throats of minstrels and divas,
ballads that massage the nerves with soothing pleasure,
and caress the eyelids to slumber upon feathery pillows.

3.
Welcome home they say to him too,
the tattered ambience that houses penury,
the cracks and crevices that exhale memories,
memories of daunting, wide eyed hunger,
and heartless, bare faced kobolessness.

4.
Welcome home they say to him again too,
a roof that leads rainfall to the din of tin buckets,
buckets that sit beside buckets of a few pebbled ofada rice
Ofada rice that is munched amidst crunched misery,
misery that shares his bed and dreams.

5.
Welcome home they say to them,
darkness, blacker than the night of a lightless world,
silence that is the music of voiceless voids
voids that veil vanities buried away from views.


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