Our Pocket

Our mind seek the peak
Our pocket weak the seek
Peak peak we fight
Days and night searching a light
That we make our goal real in sight
Pocket absence retard our flight
It absence weaken us like a bite
Hope will come we cite
Untill our path is getting tight
Our dream, we cried out
Aiming for help for the path right
None turn to our call site
To view the pains of our lost kite
Our heart is sorrow mat
Where it sleep and gains height
All because of pocket absence

by woye saheed

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