I looked at the troubled child,
his brown eyes, thin skin
and fragile body
made me shiver, and I was enslaved
by my desire to take him by the chest
and show him a world he never sensed
I felt his deep breath, his cold touch
while his speech was out of comparison,
he said, “dear lady, this worldly world
remind me of the clear sunset, it darkens
the mind of men, and when the sun rises,
they forget”
the warmth from his words, made me numb
he continued “Gods promises never die. I await
a life which never meets death”
I unswear my words, take me by your sideO’ troubled child, show me your riches
Amina Cilmi Shabeel
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