BY YOHANES JEMANEH
I abandon my privilege
To offer my homage
Aimed at your comfort
Keeping your complexion luster
I went pale, dim and obscure
Sponging your dust
I become enervate
But I didn’t lose heart
To offer you ornament
With color and scent
Of late,
I sat beneath your feet
Lacing up your shoe for easement
To lubricate your stride towards feat
Bending for your success
I got my recompense
To bow non-stop
A stab in my nape.
The Ethiopian Herald November 13/2021
