Poetry, Tale Africa

Round World

By Inet Morudu, South Africa:

Round world, had you had four corners,

I would walk to all four of them in the name of love.

 

I would collect the gift of undivided attention.

The kind that a mother gives her suckling bundle of joy.

The kind of attention that is spread on so thick,

It could suffocate.

 

I would never walk past the corner of unwavering love.

The kind of love that is not compared to the previous or the next.

The kind of love that shines so bright that no darkness can overpower it.

 

It is probably in the corner of romance where I would linger longer

And collect far more than what would satisfy my craving.

The romantic romance of that romantic comedy.

I would pile on the romance so thick that tears would have a new meaning,

Not that of loneliness, betrayal or pain,

But that of appreciation and undefined joy.

 

In the corner of patience, I would keep coming back for more and more.

The patience to forgive each other.

The patience to understand each other.

The patience to build each other.

The patience to hear each other.

The patience to pray together.

The patience to be together till death do us apart.

 

Round world, had you had four corners,

I would walk to them all just to collect,

Possess, own and appreciate undivided attention,

Unwavering love, intense romance and patience.

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