They Understand Us, Uncle

When he plunges into deep blunder,
When Yunus was thought to be glad,
I learned from you, ant.

When I took my last breath,
When alone in the tomb,
What’s left when you get there?

When shaken with surah,
When removed from the grave,
We'il just run.

When you get to the right place,
When a cry out,
They'il understand us, Uncle.

Birdman Father Yunus Kokan
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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