When her grandma was dying.
A sick woman was weeping,
When the entire village was sleeping.
A lazy man was yawning,
When it was almost morning.
A boy was crying for cheese,
When the pacifiers were appealing for peace.
Children were happily shouting,
When the flowers began sprouting.
Beaux were singing,
When the moon started springing.
My friends were joking,
When I told them to give up smoking.
~ M Rezvie Omerdeen
18th June 2012
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