By
David Mungoshi
Beats of My Heart
This old heart of mine
is a veritable mine
of experiences:
joy, sorrow and raw passion
compassion on some occasion
This old heart of mine
has served me true and faithful
humouring my every mood
with percussion sublime and varied:
slow and dignified beats for prayer and devotion
fast and furious when I must flee some terror
joyful and expectant when she passed by
chaotic and bewildered when I’m discarded
This old heart of mine
has seen me through times hard and easy
I begin to take her for granted
Though there’s a price to pay
For, certainly, one of these days she’ll beat no more
My Tropical Angel
A sweet rainbow in dreamy colours
Materializes from the whispering pool like magic
And in that storybook moment
Our fingers are entwined by hearts in torment
As they seek that elusive fusion of wish-mania
We seek each other in the blue haze
Of a morning that’d have us melt into this phase
With the shy sun in our eyes
I see yellow gardenias in a field of fragrant glory
And in the setting sun
I see a tropical angel poised for her transition
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