Thabani Khumalo Poems

Once I was the son of a king
and I knew no lack in any degree of need,
I had neither physical nor emotional pain
and I survived through everyday of my life
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I'm a child of feeling and carnal joy;
I'm a child of sandy deserts and rocky mountains;
I'm the sand particle and the rock stone;
I'm either a piece of land or a higher hill;
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Can you imagine being smaller than a mouse,
being covered in a soft,
thick coat of shiny fur,
not having to worry about your mom
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Smaller than a mouse...
the poem "smaller than a mouse"
is indeed a brand new gift to us all.
I don't want to take any credit for this poem,
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With a grievous loss
comes an insatiable lust for unfair gain.
With looming death rises a dear love for life.
A woman lost many children to a massacre of oblivion,
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Word of truth... Word of truth!
The word of truth is indeed,
in all its tangible and fitting fair descriptions,
like a dream that shakes a man from his very deep sleep
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Listen Roseann my child.
This masterpiece is so impressive and yet so depressing.
It has only one short shade of a central color and it is isolated -
though very bright, its character is a burden of maturity.
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Listen... my child.
This masterpiece is so impressive and yet so depressing.
It has only one short shade of a central color and it is isolated -
though very bright, its character is a burden of maturity.
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Rose my child,
why hold to the memories of grief?
Grief is an earthly fable that keeps their bodies feeling ill.
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