All publications of JOEL BETERA . Harare , Zimbabwe

Publications

Because of a glance.


It all started with a glance.

Two eyes looking at a bottle.

A bottle full of wine.

Appetizing the inner part of my heart.

Why would l not go ahead and taste it?

Because of a glance I'm drunk.

I wish if I'd not seen a bottle.

I would have not been drawn away.

Twenty miles away have l gone, I'm doomed.

Only because of a single glance.

My heart is taken away.

I can not find my way back home.

Inside the bottle I'm clinched.

Should I remember the path to my family?

Neither should recall my daughters name?

It is all because of a glance.


She Betera

Show more
0
21
Show more