Birdy on my shoulder
Grounds for
landing talk volcano
Beauty so delicate without
a clear runway for a landing
I can talk love but I’m young
Volcano is old and can burn
Where can Birdy land?
On my shoulder is
the only safe
runway
Birdy on
my shoulder,
beauty of my dreams
Burnt many a times now
afraid, A loner with only my
shoulder, new world of marriage
Birdy! her dream world, her dream
man but the In-laws Land is
oozing hot lava – where’s
Hubby – He is young
He talks ‘Yes Mama’
Can’t be heard
My shoulders above
the fires, the burning in-laws
land is tolerated, love is Hope
Birdy on my shoulder wants
own place, own love n space
Birdy on my shoulder I’m
still looking after my
sick Mama – wait
Fly Birdy Fly
I am young
Goodbye
–
© Lungi Shingo Msusa
