Friedrich Nietzsche, philosopher
Poetry is one of the best ways I know to express my thoughts and also one of the more difficult. Writing poetry is baring my soul. It takes time and requires exact words to show the nuances of my feelings. Trying to do it in anything other than my mother tongue is unthinkable for me.
This poem is written by an 18 year old young man whose native language is Dagbani. We are friends who met through one of my blog sites and communicate through email. Nma, means my mother in his language.
this is for you Nma
the one person i can tell my soul too
Who can relate to me like no other
Who I can laugh with to no extents,
Who I can cry too when times are tough,
Who can help me with the problems of my life.
Never have you turned your back on me
I don't think you know what makes me happy
whenever i read your mail it makes me feel happy and smile and it is true
I am always here To listen to you and i promised to be a good son to you.
Basit
Although I have written poems for many people, very few poems have ever been written for me and I am touched to the core by this one.
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