I need a cave to hide
The fresh air around
Go merry round
The childhood innocent
Laugh banter fun
Jumping bragging leaping
The life was a joy
In the face of people
Sweet talk smile
Little star twinkling
The wind was the friend
The light of the sun
Was the guide
The words of the old and elder
Was the philosophy of life.
So truth was the singing
From the heart
So soothing was the sight
The playing of the bird.
Time passes
Little by little
Growing and advances
Innocence left stranded
No freshness no truth around
Hovering and hanging only black cloud
Words are now poison
Minds are full of pollution
Glances now looking the weakness
Wicked naked vulgar the strongest
Wishes lost wings and died
Searching a crack or cave to hide.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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