Bolted doors, the neighbourhood sleeps still
All I hear is the knocking of the night
Abani, are you home?
Here it rains all the year round
Like grazing herds the clouds here drift
These green blades of grass
Look askance as they choke my door
My heart near-suffused with ache,
Is bound for far away. I fall asleep
To hear the knocking of the night
Abani, are you home?
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