240 Months,1680 Weeks Poem by VUSI CHRIS VENUS MALALA
240 Months,1680 Weeks
Two decades of life passed by
deep inside me the decaying thought of destiny is revived.
240 months,1680 weeks I've been breathing and living.
I'm one of a supernatural breed.
They tried to crush me, but they couldn't touch me.They tried to destroy me, but they couldn't dissolve me.
All their struggles to bring me to pain went all in vain.
My poetic life is an investment not to be invaded.
Holding on to my life after my half death, I prosper
I evacuated from death's falling towers and rose with more powers until the day I become 240 months old.
Today I honour myself, giving my spirit a reward of Renaissance.
Today is a day that I waited my life to see...
for this is the day I was born
Happy 20th birthday to myself
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Really You've expressed your feelings so nicely.You're a great poet.Well done.
Vusi, you are a gifted poet and you have touched deep things in this celebration of your life. Congratulations
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 11:59:41 PM # 1.0.0.1119
very perfect mf`wethu this is a very creative poetic expression. it takes one of the bests to come out with such an excellent poetic expression out of such a simple thing as a birthday....very good!