Ah The Kanga, a poem my Kersi Rustomji

The Flag of my heart
By Kersi Minoo Rustomji
Its beauty, its grace;
it gently enfolds the curves
and body shapes;
as the wind presses it;
against enchantment of the ladies;
water dripping over their torsos;
from their ndebe, tin, on head;
filled at the well, with their neighbours;
they meander their way home.
And if you walked gently;
and quietly behind them;
the chatter;
always full of;
a lode of amorous adventures;
of the blades in and around the huts;
accompanied by laughter;
as none were spared their silly antics;
and love filled banters.