Afrika - like a baobab - big and strong:
Outwardly withering away
Inwardly refreshed and renewed -
day by day...
The scorching heat of the unending sun -
The crazy storms of life -
The poverty in greenness - drought all around;
But Afrika, the Baobab, never dies!
Filled with enough water to last all droughts...
...with a beauty uniquely your own...
...lone...misunderstood...underappreciated;
yet alive and strong!
An unspoilt virgin: Afrika, the beautiful!
Now, as the sun sets behind you
A beautiful silhouette of dry twigs - stretched out -
like a maze of a million lifted hands is all that's left!
The dark has come. All is gone.
But the strength in you remains - my Afrika!
The heat! Storms! Droughts!
You remain beautifully you: My Afrika!
Beauty - it's what's inside!!!
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2 comments:
This poem reminds me of one of my poems called THE COLOURS OF AFRIKA (I am a lover of your blog so . . . Afrika it is) Afrika is truly beautiful. You'll see the poem sometime soon. They are a perfect fit.
O My Koki!!
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Thank you for your comment. They keep me going!!!
I love your artistic style so so much too! Have you already posted "The Colors Of Afrika"
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