sara khader

Rookie (27-4-94 / Oman)

Give Up?

In the days of past a child was born
In a place to pity, so worlorn
With no assistance, nor guidance nor help
He grew up alone, but his pride he held

He wore all rags, survived on titbits of food
So everyone thought his life was no good
But no one knew the dreams he dreamt

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