Alemseged Sisay Woldemariam

In the Ocean of Love Alemseged Sisay Woldemariam

In that Mead house

I were stultified they seemed on me snooped
Due to the hatred thought of others pooped
All were not keen and lost their compassion
Wreaked of nothing the cause I knew my moral was ashen

One day to ease the tit-for-tat revengeful thought of mine
I wanted to go to the mead house after I did eat the flan
To drink, to forget, to be nerd on my inner blues
To be sizzle with the cultural drinks rather to rues

Elders and youths were there when I reached
In the house some were acting as a drunkard lurched

There were cultural singers who play a cultural instrument
Masinko, which might sounds as a violin in latent
He accepts when you say proudly a single verse with rhyme
And sings it with the rhythm for your sense's chime

Firstly, I started sipping the mead and begging my Lord
For my problem, seemed alone in the drunkard's horde
After I took three Birelle of the mead in fizzle
Step by step became warmed and sizzle

The Singer came nearby to me and touched my interest
I started to give him a doggerel of trust
And heard when he did sing my sob
To take over from my fear my lost aplomb

To fire the hate and to get happiness my darkness must to shone
I stood and danced in the middle of the drunkard patrons
Shaking my shoulders the Eskista's romance
Jumping with footsteps of the Gammo's cultural dance
Before I failed on the ground i were in trance