alao azeez - Boy On A Swing

Slowly he moves, to and fro, to and fro,
then faster and faster,
he swishes up and down,

His blue shirt, billows in the breeze,
like a tattered kite,

The world whirls by:
east becomes west,
north turns south; the four cardinal points,
meet in his head,

Mother!
Where did I come from?
When will I wear long trousers? Why was my father jailed?

alao azeez

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