Peter Daniel Phiri (21/06/1989 / Kadoma)
A Friend For Life (Poetry And I)
On the 21st of June,
1989 was the year...
This young fellow bellowed,
On a biting cold morning when birds were too cold to sing,
Long minutes after the mother writhed and contorted,
What a noisy lad!
And to cause such pain to the mother,
Taking his time to withdraw from his alien world..
And when he suddenly artistically painted that charismatic smile across his face,
He seemed to be interpreting dreams,
So Daniel they called him...
His will was amazing,
Too much strength and power for an infant,
So they named him Peter, the rock!
The sound of music in the sky,
Or was it in his head?
Somewhat wild, .somewhat imaginary,
Often entertained his sleep with dreams,
And took his soul, mind and thought to worlds unknown..
And there he met a fellow named poetry..
A fellow with no face, who spoke with rhymes, wisdom and rhythm.
Weird but addictive...
So he willed to part ways with him and their silence took them to different forests,
Somewhat camouflaging common sense and will..
So the young fellow walked the avenues of life and love...
And he became a man!
He knew there would come a time when,
He had to leave the nest and family,
And fly sky high like a bird,
Singing victory songs!
Deep in the thick forest,
Where the leaves and the ground bellow them grunted,
Yearning to shake off the color off snow?
The birds neither offered their voices nor charm,
In the midst of the confusion and misfortune,
As it is well known,
That friends meet to part and part to meet,
Hysteria slapped him hard as he met with his old, true and forgotten friend,
And so now they walk hand in hand,
Like the sun and the moon,
Victory and love,
They write on paper,
And their fondness and magical union inspires multitudes,
Touching not just their hearts,
But lives and souls,
Healing, paving new avenues!
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