Poetry: The Foundation of Ecstasy
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The autumn winds blew the leaves down
They drew a trail of beautiful crowns
In the summer the sunflower blossomed
Letting its beauty flourish
A woman in her chambers sat trying to nourish her child who had no colour
Like the colors of a rainbow the world has tried to identify her
Little did they know she had no race
She got perfectly in any religion
She fit in every tradition
Her mother named her poetry
She is a unique breed
She breathes like a bird freed
When she falls to the ground she's like a seed
Those who lean their ears on her home harvest happiness
When colours battled
As the children were startled
Poetry came with harmony and peace
She spit out words and called truce
There is no need for anymore blood shed
Making the little ones afraid
Their souls are hungry
Close the door I need to initiate a meeting between Ink and Paper
The world is wounded
And poetry isn't just a bandaid
It soothes the soul of the wounded
As the snow falls and the coldness creeps in
And as the young and old drink soup
Give me Ink and Paper
Let me feed the souls
About the Creator
Anathi Bungani
I was born and bred in Tabankulu, a small town in the Eastern Cape province in South Africa. I was born on 10 June 1999 and I am a writer. I used to recite poems in High School too. Please rate, share and tip my work. Thank you.
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