Dranch me with marvel words of sounds
For when I sit on your poetic rock, then I know I can stretch the rhythms out of me
Multiply the purpose of welcoming your rhymes
Beam and sing your polished ancient lyrics
My lungs are ready to take out the circulation of breath from within
My voice, ready to roar
My mouth, ready to sing
My body, ready to dance
Call your misteric wonders to demonstrate your culture
Culture of devotion planted for generations
To implement a dedication
I let it be the amusement of every life cycle
Poetic thunder striking the core of willing
Bowing its branches and serve the whole
Knocking the knees to fall to the ground


Masego Tabe