Poem By Brumoon
A poem By Brumoon Ahamet on the time we spent in Bogo on
15th,16th, and 17th December 2005.
the suls were out in all their might
the ahamats and markars close behind
people of bogo were in wondrous awe
at the noise from the bungalow
the healer with the mobile phone
the manager with the nose on hold
the planter with the roaring bike
the baby with a lovely smile
the chef inside a mother kind
the school head, a mother so mild
the lecturer and recent bride
a future healer by the side
a mother and wife of multitalent
a youngest son who creates a torrent
a son whose results made a father proud
I wish I could shout this out loud!
hurrah to all for being there
laughter and cheer was well shared
oh when would I be lucky enough
to be out again with this cheery lot!
posted by Shafi @ 8:22 AM
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