MY FEAR

The world should hear,

My fear,

I used to roar,

As if I’m being cure,

I used to play,

With the wet clay,

I used to lie,

Just like a baby, cry,

It’s quite clear,

My fear,

I want to write more,

But the words are few,

And I don’t have any clue

Zohaib Habib IX-MO