The Sunday Mail (Zimbabwe)

Those who don’t deserve

- Delight Chitingwiz­a 4th Year Chinhoyi University of Technology

No matter how much I strive, no matter

how much I try, I will always be steps away from being

good enough Disappoint­ment and weariness adorning every step Like a tree on the highest peak, I will

always long for appreciati­on I will be famished but never filled,

thirst but never quenched Like a pawn in a game of chess, I have

no sentimenta­l value I am just a drop in the ocean, One of those who don't deserve praise From the hilltops they will shout my

name Echoes bouncing from mountains, I will make promises and never break

a single one My good deeds will cheer me on from

the crowds, Without hesitation they will still ignore

my call Hand me over the throne, Like a fantasy I will disappear into

thin air, I am just a part of those who don't

deserve to lead Cupid my only hope, where are you

hiding? From edge to edge I have been calling

out for you, Let the heart break, it will heal again, Let it taste the warmth of your gift one

more time Strolling around with everything in

the world, Pleasures bursting from every corner Fun springing up like an unending tale,

wealth caramelize­s my life Though I still long for one thing to

finally marinate my life for that burst

of sourness I keep staring in the wind, arms already

in formation to welcome you My eyes are growing weary, my feet are

tired from the waiting Will you ever grace me with your presence? Or maybe I am just a part of those who

don't deserve to be loved Oh hear my cry, oh beloved nation lend

me your ears Heed my call as I plead my case, As depression oozes from my body All I ask for is a minute for my story The universe is my only witness My testimony is my Advocate For once I put all my eggs in one basket, Trusting in you to deliver the verdict I am just a hopeless victim Feeding on crumbs from your morsel

of mercy I stand waiting for your counsel, Impetuousl­y you give your final word Grudgingly I trod back to my haven, Tears and sweat my accomplice­s All rise in court, Here's one who doesn't deserve justice. The poet may be contacted on 0778217505. Students, YOU CAN SEND YOUR ARTICLES THROUGH E-MAIL, FACEBOOK, WHATSAPP or TEXT Just app Charles Mushinga on 0719936678 or send your articles, pictures, poetry, art . . . to Charles Mushinga at charles. mushinga@zimpapers.co.zw or mushingach­arles@gmail.com or follow Charles Mushinga on Facebook or @charlesmus­hinga on Twitter. You can also post articles to The Sunday Mail Bridge, PO Box 396, Harare or call 0719936678.

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