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My name is Robert Musila. I'm a poet based in Machakos, Kenya. I write poems on diverse topics such as anti-conventionalism, liberalism, soul dynamics, nature, resilience and divine love.

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An Extension of Sea-Crab Poetry

Together with the Egyptian poet Israa Hussein, I have come up with a blog on Medium, Magically Merged, stemming from a shared sense of poetic mission.

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Language of Lotuses

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I went out on a walk To sit next to lotuses And see all they have to tell me About this hurricane In my violent sea that I inhabit. I went out on a promenade In a place  Where I can talk to you with ease, Oh dear father. I went out to be with lotuses To hear what you will utter to me In their language. Birds chirping Their songs Weaving a magical tapestry With yellow-barked acacia. This kind of music is a comet And this time It is devouring any other music From the distant noisy tarmac road, From the web, From aircraft And from the raging sea I inhabit. I sat next to this magic That binds me to you My father So that you lend me A fully open ear And whisper something back to me In the sign language Through which lotuses talk to us. The still carpet of water Was imbued With round lotus leaves Some superposed on each other A display akin to that of a stadium With well-watered lush green grass And the surrounding Uneven ring of earth Akin to that of a ruined ancient stadium. Indigo-vio...
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