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Angels don't travel



Selected poems






Angels don't travel

So true angels never travel

On canning and winding roads

I was the road of patience, humility and love

With so much glamour at the end

But in the language of angels I hear

The light and the end

Took too long to light up


Her name was mercy

Her tongue sweet and watchful

But her heartbeat had an affinity to gold

The sky is golden

But it was never her limit

She swiped and swaggered on

Limitless love for limitless bounties


She preferred to fly

Burn her wings and virtues in the course

And now deep in the hollow corridors of my heart

I hear her footsteps, walking and panting

The echo of her calls and breathe so faint

Once a goddess, now damned by God!



William Okello Kadima William Okello Kadima is a final year marketing student at Strathmore university Kenya.

Topic tags: William Okello Kadima, Nepal, Poetry, Syria



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Well done Susil bro..your poem deserves its place..keep writing.. With lots of love and blessage

Milan tamang | 06 March 2017  

God bless you Susil and William. The world is so very much in need of poets.

Patricia Taylor | 07 March 2017  

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