Second Dimension By Rais Neza Boneza - Rais Neza Boneza's Baraza
Near his table rests a glass of water; Through his window he glances at passersby; He observes and always waits, waits, waits. Bitterness nourishes his being; Subjected to misunderstandings And false airs of ‘people’ He is a prisoner. He sits, hands cupped around his chin Solemnly thinking. In his dreaming, his spirits Read More