"masi" poems
Sons of the soil.
Daughters of the soil.
Wake up and rejoice, for its the day of your heritage.
Celebrate your culture, for it is your privilege.
You are Africa, Africa is you.
A nation so diverse and true.
A real rainbow nation.
Deeply rooted in our tradition.
Nna ke mo Tswana, ebile ke motlotlo ka bo Tswana bame.
Nna ke mo Pedi, ebile ka ikgantsha ka go nna mo Pedi.
Mna ndi ngum Xhosa, ubona nje, ndiyazi dla ngo buXhosa bam.
Mina ngi ngum Zulu qobo, futhi ngiyazi qhenya.
On this day, remember who you are.
On this day, commemorate who you are.
Take pride in your true identity.
Let there be peace and serenity.
In South Africa our land.
Together may we all stand.
Le ga ole moTswana wa Afrika.
Noba ungu m'Xhosa wase Afrika.
Le ha ole mo Sotho wa Afrika Borwa.
Are rataneng. Masi thandaneni.
On this day, speak your mother tounge.
On this day, sing your clan song.
A moTswana eme a kgibe.
UmXhosa maka phakame axhentse.
UmZulu maka sukume agide.
A moPedi a emelle bine.
Sons of the soil.
Daughters of the soil.
Wake up and rejoice, for its the day of your heritage.
Celebrate your culture, for it is your privilege.
Sep 24, 2019
Sep 24, 2019 at 5:57 AM UTC
Atomori mi,
Like any iyawo eyan, girlfriend eni, aburo eni, ore eni, ololufe eni yan, olugboran okan eni, my expectations for you are so high, lofty and grandoise! I have however grown to learn that my commitment to you cannot be hinged on attainments or by anyone. So regardless of whoever that doesnt accept you, or how high you fly, how far you go, or how much you accoomplish. Females might have walked away for a reason or two, but you can be rest assured that I Adebola will always be at your corner, cheering you on. Owo le masi, but fulfilling happiness I can offer with good food for your belly and your thought, Ko si ikan ti ole yawa, ju iku ati yourself (ara e). I have your back anytime; anyday. Also, I have grown to trust you,and that my sweet is one key to a successful relationship. With every beat of my life; Olatokunbo Gabriel Atomori Awoga, you are all I love ♡♡♡♡ {WEBOMLYAAIL}
I adore, love and cherish you!
Happy New Year, ife mi !
Debola Oluyomi copyright © 2014
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 11:19 AM UTC
golden threads this autumn bears
waves of thin despair at your iron door
Show Time, says Fosse, heart on the floor
when sunlit window gently flares
a crispy wind, a frivolous sunrise
oh, dance along, your fragile neck so white
Show Time, says Fosse, aglow with light
please, dance with me, and look into my eyes
golden threads this autumn bears
in every leaf, in every grain of dust
Show Time, says Fosse, it's my final lust
melancholy's dripping venom deadly glares.
"Autunno, se vuoi cogliere la frutta della mia anima, ti prego di non esaurire ancora il sole, il filo d'oro della vita, il filo d'oro della danza." - Gianluca Masi, known as the Dancing Alchemist, Firenze, the second half of the XVI-th century
Nov 4, 2021
Nov 4, 2021 at 6:25 PM UTC
Atomori mi,
Like any iyawo eyan, girlfriend eni, aburo eni, ore eni, ololufe eni yan, olugboran okan eni, my expectations for you are so high, lofty and grandoise! I have however grown to learn that my commitment to you cannot be hinged on attainments or by anyone ( ko si eni ke ni ). So regardless of whoever that doesn't accept you, or how high you fly, how far you go, or how much you accomplish. Women might have walked away for a reason or two, but you can be rest assured that I Adebola will always be at your corner, cheering you on. Owo le masi, but fulfilling happiness I can offer with good food for that of your belly and thought, Ko si ikan ti ole yawa, ju iku ati yourself (ara e). I have your back anytime; any day. Also, I have grown to trust you,and that my sweet is one key to a successful relationship. With every beat of my life; Olatokunbo Gabriel Atomori Awoga, you are all I love ♡♡♡♡ {WEBOMLYAAIL}
I adore, love and cherish you! Always & Forever is our logo, isn't it???
Happy New Year, ife mi !
Opemipo "Debola Oluyomi" Oluwole copyright © 2014
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 11:34 AM UTC
terbalas pertemuan singkat tadi siang
dengan sedikit berdebah dengan ego
malu menukik dan gemetar beramai gaduh
sulit juga, berjuang dengan lara yang
kian runyam
kian dalam
kian menepis dalam malam
aku yakin dia bertanya
"kenapa dia?"
haha.. apa aku harus jawab aku rindu
aku rindu seperti dulu
bukan apa-apa
tidak ada lugas kata atau tindakannya
hanya saja aku sudah terlajur menyukainya
menyukai derap langkahnya
lemah gemulai tubuhnya beradu dengan udara sekitar
aku juga suka saat matanya bertemu dengan mataku
sisi lainnya muncul
lebih hangat dari yang kubayangkan
bolehkah juga aku berseru ?
aku menyukaimu ! sangat..
lungai sudah jika itu terucap
pasrah..
tapi tenang, aku masi pandai menyimpan
masih pandai menukik ego
tapi tetap
aku rindu,.,.,.,.
-rindu,mengenang-
May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 12:18 PM UTC
Risveglio
Nel risveglio della mente,
trovo la pace che cercavo da sempre.
Ogni pensiero si dissolve nel vento,
ogni parola si perde nel silenzio.
Eppure, nel cuore,
c’è una verità
che non ha bisogno di essere detta.
Perché nel risveglio,
ci si incontra davvero,
nel profondo.
— Masi Roberto © 2025
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Awakening
In the awakening of the mind,
I find the peace I had always sought.
Every thought dissolves in the wind,
every word is lost in silence.
And yet, within the heart,
there is a truth
that needs no words to be spoken.
For in awakening,
we truly meet,
in the depths.
— Masi Roberto © 2025
Sep 27, 2025
Sep 27, 2025 at 5:16 AM UTC
Quando il cuore pesa
Quando il cuore pesa
e i giorni sembrano vuoti,
ricorda che anche il cielo
si veste a volte di nuvole scure.
Non sei solo nel silenzio,
la tua voce è un filo sottile
che ancora lega la vita
alla luce che non smette mai di brillare.
Ogni respiro è un passo,
ogni lacrima un seme:
dentro al dolore
cresce una nuova speranza.
Non avere fretta,
la vita fiorisce piano.
E nel tuo cuore stanco
c’è già il germoglio del domani.
Masi Roberto © 2025
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When the Heart Feels Heavy
When the heart feels heavy
and days seem empty,
remember that even the sky
sometimes wears dark clouds.
You are not alone in silence,
your voice is a fragile thread
that still ties life
to a light that never ceases to shine.
Each breath is a step,
each tear a seed:
within the sorrow
a new hope begins to grow.
Do not be in haste,
life blossoms slowly.
And in your weary heart
the seed of tomorrow is already there.
Masi Roberto © 2025
Sep 22, 2025
Sep 22, 2025 at 6:18 PM UTC
Scrivo perché l’anima
non conosce silenzi,
perché l’amore e il dolore
diventano parole.
I write because the soul
cannot remain silent,
because love and pain
become words.
Ogni verso è un cammino,
ogni parola un respiro
che cerca di incontrare
cuori e occhi lontani.
Each verse is a journey,
each word a breath
seeking to meet
hearts and distant eyes.
Se queste poesie parlano a te,
sappi che il mio viaggio
vive anche in libri
che custodiscono le stesse voci.
If these poems speak to you,
know that my path
also lives in books
that guard the same voices.
📖 [Amazon – Roberto Masi](https://www.amazon.com/Roberto-Masi/e/B0F8QZ997M)
Masi Roberto © 2025
Sep 19, 2025
Sep 19, 2025 at 1:56 PM UTC
Untuk yang merindukan Rumah, lebih dari apapun.
Rumah bukan lah tentang bangunan, ruang, pintu-pintu yang kokoh, atau jendela-jendela yang ditata.
Bukan tentang jenis kayu apa yang digunakan untuk pintu-pintu, jendela-jendela, entah itu jati, sigi atau mahoni.
Ini tentang apa yang hidup di dalam sana.
Aku pernah memiliki rumah, dan selalu ingin kembali pulang kesana, tapi seseorang yang memiliki peranan sangat penting di rumah, pergi meninggalkan, anggaplah ia sebagai jantungnya, dan ketika jantung tersebut sudah berhenti berdetak, mati lah yang akan kau temukan. Barangkali ia sudah menemukan rumah barunya, dan benar saja.
Baginya aku dan ibu hanyalah tamu, dan kau tidak pernah benar-benar menerima tamu, mereka lalu lalang disana, ia menemukan rumah barunya, bukan aku bukan juga ibu.
Saat aku berusaha sekuat tenaga untuk kembali pulang dan mengingat-ingat jalan menuju rumah, aku menemukannya, namun rumah itu sudah terkunci sangat rapat, aku megetuknya, tak juga si pemilik membukakan pintunya, beberapa waktu aku masi mencobanya, mungkin tidur di teras rumah ini dan berharap suatu waktu pintunya akan dibuka oleh sang pemilik, namun waktu yang ku tunggu itu tak pernah datang. Aku mencoba mengintip lewat jendela-jendela yang kokoh, aku melihat seorang anak kecil laki-laki berlarian di ruang tengah dekat perapian. Aku tersingkir.
Hujan turun dengan derasnya, bukan dari langit, melainkan dari pelupuk mataku, sepertinya awan hitam menyelimuti seluruh ruang hatiku, aku tersadar bahwa ia sudah benar-benar pergi meninggalkan rumah lamanya, dan sudah benar-benar juga menemukan rumah barunya.
Saat ini aku sedang mencoba untuk membangun rumah yang lebih kuat, kokoh, dan indah. Aku tidak akan kembali pulang atau kembali mengingat-ingat jalan menuju rumah lamaku.
Aku akan membuatnya sendiri, dan semoga rumah baruku tidak pergi lagi.
Apr 25, 2019
Apr 25, 2019 at 5:39 AM UTC
Poem (IT):
** amato anche nel dolore,
quando il cuore tremava
e le notti sembravano eterne.
Ogni ferita era un’eco
che bruciava in silenzio,
ma nel silenzio nasceva
una forza che non conoscevo.
L’amore non cancella il dolore,
lo attraversa,
lo abbraccia,
lo trasforma in memoria viva.
E lì, dove piange l’anima,
** trovato la speranza:
non promessa lontana,
ma luce che resiste,
fiamma che non si spegne.
Così il dolore diventa ponte,
e l’amore respiro,
capace di rialzare
anche chi credeva di essere caduto.
Masi Roberto © 2025
Poem (EN):
I loved even through pain,
when the heart was shaking
and nights felt endless.
Each wound was an echo
burning in silence,
yet in that silence
a strength I never knew was born.
Love does not erase pain—
it crosses it,
embraces it,
turns it into living memory.
And there, where the soul weeps,
I found hope:
not a distant promise,
but a light that endures,
a flame that will not fade.
Thus pain becomes a bridge,
and love a breath,
able to lift again
even those who thought they had fallen.
Masi Roberto © 2025
Sep 20, 2025
Sep 20, 2025 at 5:57 AM UTC
My bubble gum
Little plum
Fountain of joy
She's down
With flu and a frown
And a hesitant smile
It's really hard
Breaks my heart
To see a little cub cry
To endure suffering
Crying, not lying but tossing
In sheets of discomfort
But her fervent eyes show
She'll regain her glow
Such a tiger, she is, at heart
I adore souls like hers
Loving, innocent, but terse
Every hindrance she'd outsmart
Aug 24, 2017
Aug 24, 2017 at 3:27 PM UTC
Crushed By The Weight of Truth
Buried,
Under the dusty rubble of fallen bricks
From a condemned house of secrets
Haunted by betrayal and fear
That the skeletons of a heinous crime
May fail to turn to dust
Suffocated
By a the silver electrical tape of pledge confidentiality
I am bound to a rocking chair
Outside of his empty closet facing the cracked window
where the wrecking ball of posthumous justice
Has lost its momentum
Julia Masi
Sep 18, 2025
Sep 18, 2025 at 1:25 PM UTC
Il cuore tace,
ma dentro urla forte.
Ogni silenzio custodisce
una verità nascosta.
Non servono parole,
basta uno sguardo,
perché l’anima conosce
ciò che la bocca non dice.
Masi Roberto © 2025
Sep 19, 2025
Sep 19, 2025 at 10:33 AM UTC
🇮🇹 Notte Buia
Nella notte buia
c’è chi crede di essere qualcuno,
e chi invece si perde
tra i silenzi infiniti.
Quanti volti ** visto
in questa oscurità,
ombre di sogni
già vissuti,
già consumati.
Eppure il buio tace,
custodendo segreti
che nessuna voce osa dire.
Masi Roberto © 2025
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🇬🇧 Dark Night
In the dark night
some believe they are someone,
while others get lost
in endless silences.
How many faces I have seen
in this darkness,
shadows of dreams
already lived,
already consumed.
And yet the darkness is silent,
guarding secrets
that no voice dares to tell.
Masi Roberto © 2025
Sep 20, 2025
Sep 20, 2025 at 9:22 PM UTC
Masi Majangsisi Sain
Noshogung Ni phrang Noh Yahong ha thaglakha..
Sainbili bo jaru phaikha
Sain bo gama phairu kha,
Noshkao Haa Gajao-Gurmu
Khere-Khere Nojaru phaikha
Dao-Daomi buthu bo Noshkao Haa
Birhi-birhi thaglakha
Khere-khere nokhoha khrip bo haprola phaikha
Oda Horr Jalanglakha...
Oct 22, 2020
Oct 22, 2020 at 4:45 AM UTC
ACH-NAH
Gli uomini camminano liberi,
tra il bene e il male,
ognuno guida la propria vita
senza comprendere il mistero.
Il corpo soffre,
l’anima custodisce,
ma non è questo il loro compito:
non sanno guarire,
non sanno rivelare.
Solo lo Spirito conosce,
solo lo Spirito attende,
e quando si risveglia
si fa voce,
si fa guida,
si fa luce per l’anima smarrita.
ACH-NAH non è parola,
è la potenza che apre immensi mondi:
chi l’ascolta
troverà comprensione,
guarigione,
cammino.
Masi Roberto © 2025
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ACH-NAH (English Version)
Humans walk in freedom,
between good and evil,
each one steering their own life
without grasping the mystery.
The body suffers,
the soul contains,
but this is not their task:
they cannot heal,
they cannot reveal.
Only the Spirit knows,
only the Spirit waits,
and when it awakens
it becomes voice,
it becomes guide,
it becomes light for the lost soul.
ACH-NAH is not a word,
it is the power that opens immense worlds:
whoever listens to it
will find understanding,
healing,
and a path.
Masi Roberto © 2025
Sep 24, 2025
Sep 24, 2025 at 3:12 PM UTC
La verità è sopravvalutata
La verità è sopravvalutata:
non sempre illumina,
a volte acceca,
a volte brucia.
Ci sono verità che feriscono
più di mille menzogne,
parole che si dicono
non per liberare,
ma per colpire.
Eppure,
nel silenzio di un abbraccio
o nello sguardo di chi ama,
c’è una luce più sincera
di qualsiasi confessione.
Non sempre la verità salva:
a volte è il cuore,
a volte è il perdono,
a volte è il semplice tacere
a ridare respiro alla vita.
Masi Roberto © 2025
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Truth is Overrated
Truth is overrated:
it does not always enlighten,
sometimes it blinds,
sometimes it burns.
There are truths that wound
more than a thousand lies,
words spoken
not to free,
but to strike.
Yet,
in the silence of an embrace
or in the gaze of one who loves,
there is a light more honest
than any confession.
Sep 23, 2025
Sep 23, 2025 at 6:17 AM UTC
🇮🇹 Quando l’amore chiude il dolore
Ci sono ferite che gridano in silenzio,
ombre che abitano il cuore
e sembrano non voler andar via.
Ma l’amore arriva come carezza,
non cancella il passato,
lo fascia con mani di luce,
lo trasforma in memoria che respira.
Quando l’amore chiude il dolore,
non è oblio ma rinascita:
il pianto diventa seme,
il vuoto si riempie di speranza,
la notte si apre al giorno.
— Masi Roberto © 2025
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🇬🇧 When Love Closes Pain
There are wounds that scream in silence,
shadows that dwell in the heart
and seem unwilling to leave.
But love comes like a caress,
it does not erase the past,
it wraps it with hands of light,
it turns it into breathing memory.
When love closes pain,
it is not forgetting but rebirth:
tears become seeds,
emptiness fills with hope,
the night opens to day.
— Masi Roberto © 2025
Sep 29, 2025
Sep 29, 2025 at 8:26 PM UTC
I prefer my sisters' children to call me Maasi,
Rather than aunt.
Aunty can be anybody,
Maasi specifies me,
As mother's sister,
And only a maasi can love like a mother.
28/2/2020
Feb 28, 2020
Feb 28, 2020 at 2:31 PM UTC
I sit, the world around me a blur,
Masi talks, but I’m lost in a stir.
Then, the call—unexpected, sharp and bright,
My heart leaps, racing into the night.
Why her, why now? My thoughts collide,
A hundred questions swirl, but none I can hide.
Should I pick up? Should I dare?
Her voice, her presence, it’s too much to bear.
The call drops—disconnected, left to wonder,
My heartbeat thunders like distant thunder.
Then the text, a playful jest,
"Yes, Your Highness," my chest does protest.
She replies, “I need to show you something,”
My pulse quickens, anticipation thumping.
A mystery, a pull, but I can't resist,
I pick up the phone, nervous, clenched fist.
She speaks, her voice like an old, sweet song,
And I hear laughter, where I belong.
But there’s more—Her friend by her side,
And their boyfriends, caught in the tide.
My heart skips—Romantic rival stands, so near,
And I can’t look away, trapped in fear.
She tells him to shut up, her voice a command,
And I watch, helpless, as life slips from my hand.
She turns, showing her saree’s glow,
A princess in pink, stealing my soul.
And I ask, “Are you at Lawgate?” with a smile,
She teases, “MBA,” for just a while.
“I’ll come back too,” I say, trying to play,
But inside I ache, like I’ve gone astray.
Her image haunts me, her beauty remains,
A moment lost, wrapped in chains.
Her voice soft, “Later,” she says with a sigh,
And I stand there, watching her leave, asking why.
She’s with him now, and I’m here, lost,
Her laughter echoes, my heart pays the cost.
We never were, yet we shared it all,
In the same PG, memories that call.
The quiet nights, the shared glances, the unsaid truth,
Now lost in time, like forgotten youth.
Her image stays, as vivid as then,
A beauty, a mystery, forever my friend.
Yet she walks with him, and I stand apart,
A stranger to her, with a broken heart.
Her smile, her saree, the memories remain,
But my heart races, lost in the pain.
Romantic, yes, but sadistic too,
For I loved her then, and still do.
Apr 1, 2025
Apr 1, 2025 at 6:14 AM UTC
Italiano
C'è un silenzio che non grida, ma si vede.
È negli occhi di chi ha amato troppo,
di chi ha creduto che bastasse il cuore
per non essere lasciato indietro.
Uno sguardo che trattiene il cielo,
ma che piange pioggia dentro,
senza far rumore.
La tristezza negli occhi
non sempre chiede aiuto.
A volte, vuole solo essere vista,
senza domande, senza fretta.
Perché chi porta luce
spesso ha attraversato notti senza stelle.
E quegli occhi, così stanchi e profondi,
raccontano storie che le labbra
non sanno più dire.
— Masi Roberto © 2025
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English
There is a silence that doesn't scream, but can be seen.
It lives in the eyes of those who loved too much,
of those who believed that the heart alone
could keep them from being left behind.
A gaze that holds the sky,
but cries rain within,
without a sound.
Sadness in the eyes
doesn't always ask for help.
Sometimes, it just wants to be seen,
without questions, without haste.
Because those who carry light
have often walked through starless nights.
And those eyes, so tired and deep,
tell stories that lips can no longer speak.
— Masi Roberto © 2025
Oct 5, 2025
Oct 5, 2025 at 5:42 PM UTC
Masa dear,
Your ever smiling, loving face I will always cherish.
Assisting you during family ills, to them nourish
In your cute ways your patients, you did admonish.
And I enjoyed playing your secretary.
Calling Soli Dad " mari chalti halti sugar factory";
And Khutu Mama, the Doc of your car.
I shall always remember Masi n you as bright stars.
Sarosh Yazad panahbaad
Armin Dutia Motashaw
Oct 7, 2019
Oct 7, 2019 at 3:10 PM UTC