I Go Mad
I was busy doing my morning walk,
A woman came to see me and talk,
She was waiting but I still engaged in my task,
She found the way back before why I did ask,
And walked up to my maternal home,
To tell the tale that she guessed to my mom-
To take her son soon to see a Doctor,
Roaming here and there like a mad character!
Copyright © Muhammad Safa Thajudeen | Year Posted 2014
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