24 January 2013
Your health has deteriorated, and I watch still For every moment you inhale, my spine welcomes a chill
I watched a close companion suffer, as she watched fate take hers. I'm dying for my worries to flee, as matters may get worse.
More than a kilometre distant, the dearest daughter cries She's just worried a bunch I mean, what can she advise?
It's a living torment from day one, each cell facing an undefeatable war Our bodies are temples father, wash the tobacco ashore,
Need I say more? Wash the tobacco ashore, Let life return galore.
24.01.2013 ©Hazera Begum
Wash The Tobacco Ashore • Opuss № I