Nikita (a Love Bird)
A love bird wondering in the jungle of love,
Surrounded by the green roses of India,
Raising her hands as a beautiful dove,
Seeing her is a charming flavor.
Hide and seek with her little puppy,
Playing in the garden like a butterfly,
She looks at him with her lovely eye,
Makes my heart go mad and high.
I saw that true color of love,
Not of race that I can chase,
Nor of faith that I can take,
But of love that I can embrace.
poem by Dickson Mseti
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