Anand Brown

Township Life - Poem by Anand Brown

The gong of the sun rises upon a dusty plain where comparitive kids join to welcome the heat haste day.
They are unwashed by waters and standards of civility, but when they play they hug the world and their laughter creates a tune.
As the hot pots of pap simmer in the rays of the eye in the sky, mothers wash small babies under dripping taps of little water
Their love escapes them as they carress these little beings with kisses and song, as babies giggle and look up to the heavens with a twinkle in their eye
Old folks dance on their stoeps to the blare of the radio, they shake their frail bodies and expose their discoloured teeth
The dogs run freely in the dusty streets and the children more free visit the river daily to get their dose of sheer humanity
My friend, can you still write about the township with a sigh?
Oh no! This is township life.

Topic(s) of this poem: Love

Comments about Township Life by Anand Brown

  • (10/7/2014 6:08:00 AM)

    A very interesting poem, depicting life for the underprivileged in S.Africa. A well written piece. The last two lines contain the message. Well done. (Report) Reply

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  • (5/13/2014 9:42:00 AM)

    Very interesting poem and narration and wordings is excellent. (Report) Reply

  • Thenameless Poet (5/13/2014 4:06:00 AM)

    Love this poem, except for the last two lines. I dont think they were needed or that they quite fit but thats just my opinion.
    I am enjoying reading your work
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 6, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 16, 2014

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