The Sower

Good morning dear family. Much care and warmth from me to you as usual. This week’s poem is a bit lengthy but worth reading. So please take your time to delve into it and make sense of every line. It goes as follows:

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I met him by the foyer,
carrying a bag of seeds I had never seen.
He is a man of God, I thought
And so did my friends, as we gave him a place.

Seeds everywhere!
No land was left unsown
Seeds all over!
Everyone was hoping for good.

Was this the restoration of lost hope?
Or the commencement of a new life?
No one knew the truth except for him.

As the rains poured,
All seeds germinated in every place
Growing and leafing at a galloping pace.
That in no time we were feasting…

But, alas, a great war arose;
Melees and rows uprose.
Scrolling the pages in my mind,
Something popped;
The sower was no man of God.

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Lesson

Be careful who you accommodate in life. Some people wear nice masks only to get your acceptance and trust, but their mission would be to steal your happiness and and stir confusion amongst you.

Poet: Born Bright

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Two Bleating Kids

A blessed Sunday to you all. I hope you’re doing good and keeping safe wherever you are.

Today I have another piece to share with you, and as usual, it is an extract from that book of mine which is yet to be published.

Here is what my heart has picked for you:

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Two bleating kids on the farmland
wander up and down in the forest,
mightily searching for their dear mother.

Climbing up and down the mountain,
they fondly miss those high moments
when they drained milk from her…

The day they escaped her womb,
it was her crying…
Now she has left;
they lament from dawn to dusk.

Two bleating kids on the farmland
wander up and down in the bushes,
but can’t find their dear mother.

Lesson

Crying is just a matter of time. We all tend to cry when fate changes tides.

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Poet: Born Bright

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Fallen Apart

Good morning family. I hope you’re having a blissful morning.

As the day is going, how many of you have already started working on today’s objectives? Are you aware of unpredictable hindrances that may slow you down?

Whatever answer you might have, below is a poem extracted from my book as usual which touches on that. Take your time and delve into it…

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Groaning harrowingly in bed,
Sweating like a cow in a slaughterhouse,
A poignant tug strikes his heart.

Staring at him with soggy eyes;
Eyes that evoke a piteous plight,
His loving brother holds him tight.

Confoundedly standing near the bed,
His ever-affectionate sister,
Gently spreads some pain-relief cream on him.

Nothing he can do except groan.
His mind obsessed, his soul tied up,
All his plans have fallen apart.

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Lesson

Many times, we set our daily objectives, but they tend to be swept off by the unpredictable tornadoes that life brings forth.

Poet: Bright Madziva (Born Bright)

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Rhythms of Life

Life is comparable to rhythm
It goes through phases and stages
consisting of sweet and bitter moments
One would conclude that life is good
If they are living it to the maximum
The next day you would hear them say
“Life is not fair at all”
Only because they’ve experienced misfortunes

Not all dreams do come true in life
Some are shattered as we grow up
Others vanish because of our choices
Some people would regret over their professions
All such thoughts come due to bad experiences
Others think marriage is a solution to life problems
Unfortunately, this has left many crying

When life becomes tough, just tell yourself
You are in a phase that will definitely pass
Going uphill means the next step is downhill
Life is a pattern, so it changes
The only thing that doesn’t change
Is the philosophy of change itself

— Bright Madziva

© 2020

The Secret of Life

Life is a blessing from God
If not planned for, it may be a curse
Life is a matter of achieving
the best out of the least
It is made bearable by execution
rather than idle theorizing

Life becomes happier when you forgive
Never let the past define your present
Bury everything in unfathomed depths
Show love and kindness to everyone
Even to those who don’t warrant it

Remember life is unpredictable
Enjoy every moment while it lasts
Use opportunities before they fade
Transform dreams into reality
Settle not for nothing less than success!

— Bright Madziva

© 2020

Letter from FUTURE

Hi dear friend!

With all lessons you’ve gleaned from the past,
Gather your courage and be ready to meet me.
Every morning I will bring you a gift;
A gift you will unfold in my absence.

Remember, you have no power to choose!
So you can’t have the best all the times.
Whatever I bring, accept with glee.
For this is the key to happiness.

There’s no best way to plan for me,
but failing to plan might cost you a lot!
Just sow your hope in me.
For now that’s all I have for you.

— Bright Madziva

© 2020

Letter to FUTURE

Hi dear FUTURE

May I have your attention?
Would you just let me hold your hands?
The hands that conceal every secret of life
I mean all the secrets about tomorrow.

Promise me you will answer my questions
How best can I plan for you?
Do you have any gifts for me?
If you have, what kind are they?

My mind is confused, but I’m eager to know
Almost every day, I think about you
I wish you were my friend, and I yours
Maybe you could tell me the secret of life.

— Bright Madziva

© 2020