A Sense Of Change - Poem by Ibrar Siddiqi
In th air, I feel that times will get better.
Don't ask me how.
Not by phone, email or letter.
I just know.
I won't turn water into wine.
Or make money out of rags.
Be gratfeul for the sun to smile on me daily.
Or bless me with her warmth.
Lay down on a grass bank and be cast no shadow.
I hate the rain it reminds of me of a woman crying.
Or when the winter chills.
An icy look would kill, certainly.
But things would get better.
I sense a change for the good.
I Siddiqi 26.02.09
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