Once a lonely child unable to play
And a sorrowful girl to sadness a prey.
Now brought from so far away
Into a new world,if I am to say,
To celebrate your first birthday.
Once as mysterious , I’d rather say,
As a heroine in a shakespearian play.
Now taken out _ from the sphere of yesterday
Into life, into the world worth of pray ;
Though I still rememeber you used to say
« Black are you the world of today,
grief you bring and joy you slay
sorrow you sing day after day. »
I forget not the fear you used to display ?
Fear of this world with which you disagree ;
And in my mind still keep what you say
« You ! ‘now-world’ have from me no obey ;
not your subject nor am I your prey ;
give up false smiling at me to obey ;
no longer is hope my life key ».
I say ‘No’and ask you in a simple way
« Isn’t hope and love a hapiness ray
love’s everybody’s reason to stay
you’ll be happy and forever free
by fighting away your futile dismay.
So , have no Sibyl Vane’s wild fancy
In Wilde’s Picture of Dorian Gray
Mind not show you the way to spare decay :
Life is over when tears are the key ;
The future ,to me, is a monster I do not care to portray
And I take things as a little child may .
For everything is gonna be alright and ok
As went wise people unlike me…
W.aziz 1986
