School morning
Before the cocks crocks in the morning
Before the sun arises in the morning
When seprated from bed by the alarm of Azaan
When daily schedule was a pillow on ones palm
Such A good morning
With no mourning
A morning good to begin for a day
For it is another day
I thank God for blessing me, to witness another day
Prepared for school ready to take my way
Not a fair to pay
But boots to pound on the ground
For mile with no dime but with smile
And the feeling of being proud
Being in uniform, and in school ground
is more expensive than a pound.
Walking with imagination as a companion
acompanied with Hope and determination
Keeping In mind That this time will pass.
About the Creator
Delicious Nightmares
There is nothing novel in the observation that a good cinema experience is akin to a waking dream. We sit in darkness and become enveloped in a world of images that we piece together to form a narrative. Sometimes the images overpower us and we struggle with the paralysis of a nightmare. And then the lights come back up and we take a breath to remember it was not real, we were not in that car crash, we were not in a fight, we were not a lover being romanced. And we need a moment between the last credit and the real world to gather our thoughts to find meaning in what we have seen.
By Rachel Robbinsa day ago in Writers
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