Nkululeko Mdudu

Rookie (11 October 1990 / Queenstown/ South Africa)

Born Again......`t'H, E.N. Dead - Poem by Nkululeko Mdudu

Random Hearts
play in Drum's Dome
Waiting on Lyrics to come....
This be the Platform
whence they are Heard,
When none of them need say a Word.
Random child
there in your Mummified Tomb,
A Cold Contrast to Mother's Womb.
As farther you are from House,
As closer you are to Home.

Comments about Born Again......`t'H, E.N. Dead by Nkululeko Mdudu

  • Rookie Wanelisa Albert (10/9/2008 1:38:00 PM)

    what beautiful composition! ! ! ! ! ! !
    yes that is the beauty of life....through hard life lessons, tragedy and love we are reborn everyday....into more magnificent biengs.
    Well done! (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 0 Points , aryaindia (7/28/2008 6:50:00 AM)

    The heart's dome is the platform where only feelings like lyrics play the tune and no words are required to know another's sympathies. A cold heart sans love is a sealed existence from where the innocence is to escape to come home to dwell again. We have Mududu, we have......best wishes, arya.......Your words are beautiful..............be born again.......rise like the phoenix from the ashes of dead and angry thoughts.....arya (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, July 24, 2008

Poem Edited: Monday, May 25, 2009

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