It Is The Call Poem by Moez Ben Meftah
It Is The Call
It is the Call
I got taste of all fruits
I wore all suits
I travelled till the end
I have trodden all roots
I got all sensual shoots
All that is funny
I came to the verge of it
What is it I did not try
What is left after all fellow scouts?
There is it, a yearning to a distant ode
To a blessed Aden an abode
I should retrieve my god
I feel it is coming
it is a holly call
Moez Ben Meftah
April 2012
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