The Good Days - Poem by Sajad Meer
Fetch, the days of the Morning,
And the Golden spoon through
The mouth and water all glowing,
The White, Sun, Moon and the Zoo.
When it rose early, the Sun,
And crosst the Sky, where it dwelt.
Bring the days of patent and fun.
The love and stone, the Trees we felt,
We saw the Bottles of love so dark,
In water shone as Stone.
I still feel, yearn, though back,
And never i find the face in moon,
For which i pine for years......
In which the 'Hood returns.
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