Neo Lechwenyo Poet Free verse

Sekhing, My home

Sekhing, My Home
Sekhing, where my heart finds its place,
In your arms, I feel a gentle grace.
A land where the earth holds stories untold,
Where the ancestors rest, their spirits bold.
Though I don't know the blood that runs deep,
Your soil is where my memories sleep.
The wind whispers their names in the breeze,
And in your hills, I find my peace.
Here, where the bones of the past lie still,
Sekhing, you're more than land or hill.
You carry the weight of forgotten years,
But you soothe my soul and quiet my fears.
I may not know the faces or the names,
But in your embrace, it’s all the same.
For the land remembers, and so do I,
Your presence here will never die.
Sekhing, my home, my sacred ground,
In your dust, I am finally found.
The echoes of those who walked before,
Guide my steps, as they forever soar.
You are where my roots begin,
Even if the past I cannot pin.
For Sekhing, you hold my heart and mind,
A place of memories, one of a kind.

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