Sob And Cry Poem by Moahammad Maleki

Sob this magnificent repertoire of inspiration

Bearing a treasure in its womb

Begging to rip out of throat

Imploring to pour down through

Looking askance at me

Displaying his scorn in dungeon

Strutting in my belly

But I am careful

I say 'I am not going to let anybody see you'

Strangled in my tumult

Doomed to darkness

Desperate striving for freedom

Bu I am too tough for him

Saint sob

Adulterated cry

They are off springs of the same root

But latter ousted lot

Sob is my paragon

It stands for complaint

But the very seconds of blasting

It is not complaint

A humble supplication