Tokollo Kalake Poet Bio

Romance

When I was but thirteen or so
    I went into a golden town,
Gauteng,Maboneng
    Took me by the hand.

My father died,my brother too,
    They passed like fleeting dreams.
I stood where Popocatapetl
    In the sunglight gleams.

I dimly heard the Master's voice
    And boys far-off at play,
Gauteng,Maboneng
     Had stolen me away.

I walked in a great golden dream
    To and fro form school-
Shining Popocatapetl
    The dusty streets did rule.

I walked home with a golden dark boy
    And never a word I'd say,
Gauteng,Maboneng
    Had taken my speech away:

I gazed entranced upon his face
    Fairer than any flower-
O shining Propocatapetl
    It was thy magic hour.

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