I called you, someone said.
But i did no heard nothing, nothing, nothing.
You called me and i heard you.
I played my music in your present, someone said.
But i did not dance, as i did not heard anything, anything, anything.
But i heard your tune and i dance.
You are only one my eyes had seen.
Are only your voice my ears heard.
That is why you saw my happy face.
MANY PLANS HAVE MADE, but no fruits produced.
Socks have pulled up, but no destination reached.
But mosquito minds has killed lion.
Every weapons which were coming to me, were too heave.
But yours weapons my love, was too light.
But you are only one who won my heart.
poem by munyai ndidzulafhi patric
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem