Oh you the lucky one,
You sleep in your cozy home,
Move to and fro assisted by none,
You laugh among your dear ones,
Yet complain to your mighty Lord,
That you crave for something more.
There lie your brothers,
Somewhere between life and death,
Crying to their mighty lord in pain,
For a wish which, you have possessed,
But too blind to see and professed,
Indeed what you don’t know.
There found myself in a place,
Where human cries for his pain,
The tears of which, I couldn’t shed,
For my heart was in so much pain,
He plead to his lord to wipe his pain,
Or open for him at once, His gate.
By AMB.SALISU MUHAMMAD
salis2000muhammad@gmail.com.
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