Dismay upon thee~

Hiding somewhere in the shrubbery,
A little mouse praying to God Almighty,


Running here and there,
The evil eyes are everywhere,


One grip; takes away one's soul,
For I'm a creature like thee,
Rather die than happy,


Upon the breath I hold,
Not demise I looking for,
For not I petrify,
Live underneath the ground and coppice,


Below the copse, a little mouse whispers "stay away from the 'great grapple' "
Its a bird, and no sound burst from it,


No point to wait, till the death comes,
or in the jungle clouded with no sound.

by Jabar Ainal












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