poet Mahfooz Ali

Mahfooz Ali

Little Boy Prince

When I was born.
I was chosen to run free.
I had a dream last night,
of sweets, chocolates and ambrosia.
And in the midst.
Of all the smoke and debris.
There I stand, wondering?
Will I be free?
And my dream came true.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 4, 2006
Poem Edited: Tuesday, November 2, 2010

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  • Preeti - is here! (12/18/2006 7:55:00 AM)

    I like how you captured his thoughts in this little piece. I marvel at the boy's survival instinct!
    Good poem!

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