Poem: NOTHING

NOTHING                                                                      Stafford Osuri Osuri

These eyes have seen nothing, save nature’s visible wonders, nature’s beauty
These ears have heard nothing, save muffled shrieks gagged by circumstance
These lips have kissed nothing, save sweat that trickles down the forehead
These hands have touched nothing, but real objects
These fingers have caressed nothing, save books’ crisp pages
These feet have trodden nowhere, but on solid ground
This mind has fantasised nothing, but contentment, serenity, tranquil waters of life
This nose has smelt nothing, save perspiration and seldom a scrumptious meal
This heart hasn’t skipped a beat, neither for love nor for fear: its dwelling’s in a jungle