The Beauty Of Days Poem by Phillip Nine Mafunga

The Beauty Of Days

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There is a colourful butterfly in the grassy plains of my mind
Nevertheless, I am not sure whether to celebrate the day I was born or not
Was I born or was I evicted from my mother's womb
If I was evicted, then when was I supposed to have been born?
Or does it matter really, how I came into being but rather who I have become
Yes, the beauty of this butterfly is hugely in contrast to her stages of growth.

The world does not care what happens to you but what you happen to it
The plains are lush green; let the butterfly blend with the beauty of her days
The rabbit that is slow to the burrow is lunch for the eagle above
Every minute in the plains is vital for every creature to enjoy and survive
The trees are swinging in the breeze and the cricket waxing lyrical in the swing
However, watch out for the serpent in the grass for his beauty is a slithering lie

In Africa when an old man dies, the library catches fire
Peruse the shelves therefore before yours has seen the dark of the sun
Many have judged the library by its walls and come short of wisdom
I see the butterfly flapping her beautiful and colorful wings in the sunny savannah plains
The rabbit scuttling for cover for fear of the hawk above
And on this day today, many moons ago I became.

Phillip Nine Mafunga
17 September 2019

Alison Mujati 09 August 2022

Wow bro, this is wonderfully crafted, I didn't regret reading this poem

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Deluke Muwanigwa 23 July 2020

Superb. The metaphors and imsgery are up there tops. Well done

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Chinedu Dike 01 October 2019

Well expressed thoughts and feelings in persuasive expressions with conviction. An insightful creation. Thanks for sharing.

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Phillip Nine Mafunga 01 October 2019

you are welcome.

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Phillip Nine Mafunga 01 October 2019

thank you very much

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Phillip Nine Mafunga

Phillip Nine Mafunga

I was born in Harare Zimbabwe
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