A Poem To My Dead. Poem by Tiyani Shadrack Manganya

A Poem To My Dead.

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Connect me with the dead
I have a poem I want to render:
A short shoot of a midnight star
Passes me by eve she fall on thine grave
And I strip my heart to her
And say, 'I wish...'
I wish this world has held thee tight
And let thine light continue to light
Over her darkness
Like the sun and moon,
Or let thine drum continue to beat
To compose lyrics for her children.
And more, I will wish, and say,
I wish this world has wiped only the wastes
Like mother nature do
And let alone the virgins
Spend their breathes on her
Like a lullaby to her sleepless hatred
And more, I will wish, and say,
I wish for thine rebirth
In the breathes of this world
Because every time I look at her
I say to myself, I am living with the dead.

Wednesday, August 20, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Death
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
In a poem I wish that if death didn't take the good people
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Tiyani Shadrack Manganya

Tiyani Shadrack Manganya

South Africa (Malamulele/Mdabula)
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