Magician & Aladin's Wonderful Lamp
I offer new lamp of happiness
Give me the old rusty ones
Of grief, anguish and sadness
I give new ones to one that shuns
I am the magician wandering
In the hustling streets of Baghdad
To seek magic lamp to be a King
And go on holidays to Trinidad
What I am seeking they know not
Infidelity of happiness, you ask me
What I’m offering they haven’t got
Treasure of anguish I’ll get for free
Pain and agony –everlasting treasures
Their fidelity is tested and tried
They cleanse soul in no mean measures
What you call trash, I’ave always eyed
Copyright © Mohammad Yamin | Year Posted 2008
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