Michael Tunduli Poems
|43.||She Is Crying||7/13/2009|
|44.||Gone Too Soon||6/9/2010|
|45.||If I Gave You||11/26/2010|
|47.||Walk In.Walk Out||4/17/2009|
|48.||Why Am I Here||4/17/2009|
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Why Am I Here
Am no extra-ordinary person, am like you
Like many I have often wondered, why am I here?
To live for few years and die?
To amass as much wealth as I can and enjoy?
I looked for answers from the east to the west
But whatever, each only increased my emptiness
Than at the beginning of my quest
West’s dry philosophies couldn’t nor the east’s lies.
Whatever I tried, there was a hole within
That neither pleasure nor work could fill
A relationship couldn’t too, it increased the void
In atheism, the hole almost swallowed me up!
How foolish and blind...
You And Me
You and I are different, yet we are same;
Lord’s ways, we mere mortals cannot fully understand.
Your ways I detest, mine you abhor, but to who do we lay the blame?
God? Ourselves? When another’s culture we can’t comprehend and stand.
From places far apart, we were given breath;
Your language, I don’t know a word, gender, we don’t share.
But still, our road of life is similar, from birth, in life and to death;
Birth- outside our choice, death- a must, in life- we learn at least to ca