Welcome to the World

Stop, listen, can you hear the hustle and bustle

The cities and streets are alive

Colours pave the way for an international affair

Stop, listen, can you hear the vuvuzela’s

A touch of African pizzazz to gain momentum

Stop , listen, can you hear the clock ticking (more…)

Autumn

High but not so strong was the morning sun

A later rise and earlier set, has all of nature adjusting their clocks

Dew glistens on the knife like blades of grass

Birds chirp to the beat of the concrete jungle, oblivious to the depravity of space

A sigh of relief breathed from the overture of heat

Trees begin to shed their green garments opting for a rather rusty look with hues of browns, yellows and reds

A crisp Autumnal breeze hits my face

The smell of a new beginning, the smell of Autumn

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*Words by Aboo Hansa

*Photograph by Jonker Fourie

Aboo Hansa – Writer

A kind kindred spirit who is often caught dreaming. Often submerged in

my own world, which reveals the poet within. I seek joy from simple

things in life which inspire me to write about past journeys, beauty of

life and remembering the fallen. My poetry is simplistic and

uncomplicated which is sometimes a refreshing change from

over-descriptive poetry weighed down too heavily with hidden meaning.

Here one knows exactly what the author’s meaning is.

I am honest and sincere in my meaning.