Playground Of A Mind Poem by shirani ibrahim

Play Ground Of A Mind

You might wake up to a morning of a silent thought

To a memory of distant friends you had tastefully sought

With remembrance of wasteful wars and things of past

And moan the expense of many splendor that did not last

You may hear the traces of footsteps in the canyon of your mind

It maybe some precious friend who thinks of you all the time

Like the foamy waves that keeps rushing to the sandy shore,

Gently restore your memory to your dear friends, once more.

When sunset face the west and in slumber you do retire,

Let the ruins of the long abandoned dreams speedily hire.

The joyous days that were nourished with love so strong.

With those so faraway and the friendships that did dawn!