Comments about Naila Rais
Sombre, Weeping Rife...
Sick, thin walking with stick,
Nothing to eat, thrown vittles she lick,
Stomach inside, the soul cries,
Crossing the roads, balance she tries,
Tears in her eyes, sombre lies,
Begging for belly, her heart shies...
She falls a several times,
But no one came on time...
Trying to crawl with a curvy bone,
Once, she also runs, that's all too gone,
Years ago she was a don,
But now she resides, outside the lawn,
On the footpath or under a tree,
Wherever she go, her life is free...
Nothing to think of she,
Long lasting pain she ...
There are many things that are kept unsaid
There are sorrows that are dead
Many more new thoughts that comes in mind
Of lunatic phase of whatever kind.
Heavenly shadows hovering over my mind
Tis memories which are bind
Deadly sparks shinning so bright
Soul calling are you all right?