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If Only I Had Those Eyes

Such eyes to which life offers no measures
are truly more precious than treasures.
The future they clearly see.
Oh! If only their owner was me.
From Him if I can only borrow
just at least to see tomorrow:
Not as in 'the day after today'
but the pending days so farther away.
My only desire is for that quality,
witnessing morrow in its quantity.
How delighted I'd be to see
whom I would turn to be,
to see if I'd have great luck
or my days would be further dark.
So then I'd rectify my ways
to prepare for brighter days.
And then again foresee my times,
meditating, thinking and writing rhymes,
marrying a very beautiful wife.
Can that happen in this life?
Since one thought, after another, adds;
I've just run out of words.

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All the wonderful things

In the horizons so farther away;
the rainbow with its blended colours,
each scenery gratifies my day,
and the clouds in their corners.
I need that touch, that sense,
that marvellous warmth, so heartening.
My life needs love in every tense
with true sanctity, so brightening.  
I but own passionate wings
longing for some windy inspirer.
These are all the wonderful things
that have me not seize the fire.
Love, nature, bright seasons;
Nothing could be more fascinating
than to live life with such reasons,
so illuminating and captivating.
          
          Give me the highly able wings
        to reach all those wonderful things.

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To Polsmoor (a prison in Cape Town)

I speak to you, darkened place,
that stores our faculties indoors,
that turns a black man's face
from fair purity to full of sores.

Your employees you command
to take our gifts inside,
lock them up and demand
them not to run and hide.

Those cold cells of yours
that store our sisters and brothers,
locked up sitting on your brick floors,
gain a curse from our mothers.

Shall I ever sight you again;
it shall be in the next world,
where I shall sense no pain
and sight you too dozing and dead.

If I shall ever again enter your gates;
it shall be past my years,
when my immortal soul dates
you no more on your affairs.

The day I accessed you I curse
and I eternally place it behind your bars.
I ever insert it in you full purse
while I forever view the stars.


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