Monday, July 25, 2011
You should talk I think,
If you don’t you stink,
No communication no link
From the colourless wine bottle you shall not drink,
In the wilderness of self torment, you shall shrink
Its better to speak out, don’t give me a wink.
Speak out your mind,
Then receive answers of many kinds.
No doubt, relationships you shall find,
Quietness is the worst sanctuary to hide,
Inside yourself nothing to confide.
Come out. Utter something and push this coyness aside,
And in the peace of mind you will abide.
It’s not safe to die in torment,
Your predicament becomes everyone’s consent
In dialogue, there is less disaffection to ferment,
There are always mistakes to correct,
Even problems to confront,
And a relationship to cement.
By Tatenda Mhlanga