Many steps from the day of my birth
Towards i still run, to reach before death.
To be closer i plea
I truly wish for it, or cant you see.
The gods are dead, but am still with believe
That anon it comes i pray,
Come oh come and be thou my relief.
Like anthills in savannah
As broad as the leaves of a rainforest
As beautiful as the maidens of black afrika
As lovely as a virgin heart
As sweet as a second chance to life
As breathtaking as a lads first sex.
Lo the dreams amidst dreams
Lo the story as long as it may seem
Tales of travail
As i still wish a poem to be titled MOSUNMOLA.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem