RAVISH MY SURVIVING SOUL - RAVISH!
RAVISH TO LAVISH THY BROW IN SPLENDOR -
THE SPLENDOR OF THE LAND ALWAYS STINTED THEE
AND HASHED THEE BY THE POWERS -
GLUTTONS HOARDING FROM THY SURVIVING SOUL.
I FORESEE THY LAVISH UNAPOLOGETIC-ALLY,
BREWING TO THE STAGGER OF ALL THE SCOFFERS;
THUS WILL THEY SOLACE IN DEVOTING UNTO THEE,
KISSING THE GROUND UPON WHICH THY FEET ART STOMPING
AND LICKING THY TOES AS DO CANINES OF THY KENNEL.
I FORESEE THEE RISING TO THE HEIGHT OF THE GODS.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great work here Mtungwa.... its consists of emotions and expressions that causes the reader to fill uplifted by your passinate words...Thanks for sharing this poem with us