Battling To Survive
We were like flowers
In the garden of freedom
Playing with bees and birds
Fearing only to God
Some hunters sailed to land
Sudden like Corona
From the direction of the tiring Sun sets
They picked all flowers in cherish
Very early to perish
Of the garden they became rich
Turning the garden to live with the witch
How fast the Sun travelled around?
Over the heads of the old hunters
Battling to survive with their own witches
Copyright © Muhammad Safa Thajudeen | Year Posted 2020
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