Paris Thulare is a young Poet, Writer and Student teacher from Mapareng Village, Limpopo.He was born in 1996 May 05 where later he fell in love with the paper.He tells tales not only of his life but about the life events around the world.
What if the heaven we are told about doesn't exist,
What if it's a place we see only in our dreams.
Who has ever went there and came back?
Who has ever seen hell with his naked eyes?
No one remembers you
No one is here for you
No body will ever cry for you
No one is so keen to nourish you
I am the reflection ofmy own shadow
The one behind the existence of barrows
Because i have been given this life
Le satlo kwišwa bohloko, la gegewa
Le satlo tshepišwa mehlolo, la wela
Le sa tlo bona dikgolo
Dibotse di tlo feta