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The bell has rang
Faces of cheers mirrored across the classrooms
Packing their beg eagerly
Running to the compound
Awaiting parents waiting anxiously
Their loved ones are their reason
To live and let live
For me, life is a torment
Innocent face full of grief
Colors of love
Painted with affection
Brushes with kisses
Warmed with hugs
I watched them from the waiting bench
The children are singing with joy
Chorused by lovely caretakers
And the four wheels
Unhesitant fetch them home
A home sweet home
This is the world, which I lived in
Too young to understand
What’s suffering means?
Agony and pain
Are my breakfast
Quenching my thirsts
But still hunger
The longing would be longer
Until You take me away to foster
A long lost link with them
Auntie Helen, please
Don’t bring me back to the orphanage
Should I resists
I’d be rage
Persists
And intense
Too young to understands
Sulaiman Mohd Yusof
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