tell me, why should i see br pure fear in the innocent eye br of young couple nurturing love? br but the petals of age dropping br in quest of breath of life. br br desire knock at br hearts of the poor, br darkened future, twisted tongues br eyes that see no more br from anywhere and everywhere br grasping at the straw of life br helpless, tormented br the breath and essence are lost. br br familiar faces fail br to exchange smiles br on shores of br turbulent sea of kenya br sorrow piles up like garbage heaps, br on a deserted city corner br winds of change wait br for a unseen timber box of destiny. br pan-full of joy spills down br love withers, tenderness escapes. br br candles of hope flicker but no logic, br still thoughts blink at countless burials br unaccounted, unseen. br phantomsof past represent br the four freedom- br yet life continues, br waiting for tomorrows.