Poem To dear sister Eline
A sneak thief
Was
in the streets
As a beggar i have stopped
As a crazy man I have knocked
Every door
Every gate
But no one
heard my shouts
The gates and doors
have not been closed
But all of owners
sure they were
in deep sleep
As hard drunks
The thief has stolen
The best
of what they have
they are now
so so poor
so so cold
so so hard
he has stolen
just one thing
just ….
their hearts
with purest regards
A.Mouaz
