Thabani Khumalo Poems
|122.||Sound Of Guns||1/7/2016|
|125.||Born In 1985||1/12/2016|
|126.||I Was A Devil's Garden||1/14/2016|
|127.||Pain Is A Factor||1/20/2016|
|129.||God Of Salvation||3/12/2016|
|130.||We Will Not Die||3/15/2016|
|134.||Codes Of Law||6/2/2015|
|135.||The Talents' Thief||12/28/2015|
|137.||Profiles On Paper||6/2/2015|
|139.||The Doctors' Care||6/21/2015|
Comments about Thabani Khumalo
The star that shines in the secrets sites of life,
As dark as night or the way to the ruthless grave -
Sewn within the soul of a bothered alien peasant man
Strolling the nights like knights heart-driven to save.
Strong in character for his love is his worry,
So he lets go all that he loves and acts unwary,
And many better than he lie cold about the Waltloo complex
And only he has troubles of not reaching his goal.
Rumbles of the omnibus that conveys his secret love to sophisticated slavery
And there she wearies her brow in the place of a systematically ...
How ugly the beauty of life is: There is a plant with short roots in the muddy soil, it has petals, the stem and the poisonous leaves. No man ever gets to eat a flower. So where is the wonder of working a flower garden?
But to remain in the dark and to meditate only about his soul; to stay in dark places and search in it for his mental peace; to wake up and reason about his remote origins; to open his eyes; to stop dreaming and to see reality for what it is - to not choose to chase after a d