Kumani-The Poem

By Fiada Kede

So
he, Kumani
in a gentle, but deep voice
uttered a breath
as he holds my hand
"Darling? write, of me a poem "
I paused for a sec-
breath a sigh
looked him in the eyes
-the eyes that brim with love like a consuming fire
of which I was just about to melt like a wax of candle
then, said, I

"How dare, could I ?
Being a novice,
a mere dust and vapor,
trapped inside the body of a flawed abade
whose ink, even the slightest of pint,
would jail me for a drip on a poetry so perfect
-a Kumani like you "

Then,
I squeeze his hands so tightly like I couldn't let go
added, I, calmly and gently, while holding his stare
"You are the poetry,
- the perfect of the poems,
written not with ink
crafted and carved
perfect epitome of an art
by the hands so perfect
-perfect of the Poets
I, would stretch

E T E R N I T Y  E X P L O R I N G

your pitch-perfect rhythm and rhyme
your metaphor and simile, will I digest
your assonance and consonance, will I sing
your alliteration will be my iteration
for thousand and thousands of sunsets and sunrises
Oh Kumani!
The poem I will read billion and  a zillions of times.

Note: Kumani in Frigano dialect of Lufa can be used as a noun; name of a person and adjective; to describe a person who's so handsome or pretty or a person  "we em i karim gutpla pasin"
Abade also in Frigano dialect refers to a young girl