At Pietermaritzburg I came
A home away from home
Met love from brothers and sisters
but introduced by Magcwabe
Thuli walked me to school like a pre-scholar full of curiousity
Gave me a smile of two lovers
I forgot the next sorrow's sorrow to torture my excitement
I wanted to give up and get back home but I did not fade to the promises you forgot
A lover without relationship conditions
Sister without my blood genes
I worship the smile you share
For you may never know the battles we encounter
but thanks mshana I shiver to word out my words for they are too immatured to honour your deeds
A home away from home
Met love from brothers and sisters
but introduced by Magcwabe
Thuli walked me to school like a pre-scholar full of curiousity
Gave me a smile of two lovers
I forgot the next sorrow's sorrow to torture my excitement
I wanted to give up and get back home but I did not fade to the promises you forgot
A lover without relationship conditions
Sister without my blood genes
I worship the smile you share
For you may never know the battles we encounter
but thanks mshana I shiver to word out my words for they are too immatured to honour your deeds
You know, loving as a poet does, is very dangerous in these days of time because we give all the heart (ignoring Yeats warning in his poem 'Never give all the heart') and these women, bless them are heartless at times.
ReplyDeleteYour poem attempts to waken this part in my heart that i just dont want to feel again....
Thank you for that.
bEHIND ANY WALKING BEING THE IS A STORY, A STORY ATTACHED TO HIM LIKE THE LEAVES OF A BOOK. FOR A MAN TO RELEASE WHAT IS WITHIN, A MAN MUST MUST CONFESS IT, OR UTTER IT IN A FORM OF A POETRY FOR OTHERS. SOME PPL EXPERIENCES ARE INHERENTLY IMPORTANT THEY EQUIP US TO GROW SUCH AS YOURS. THANKS YOU REMINDS ME MY STORY MF2......EY ....IT PART OF LIFE.
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