I'm a local boy
Who knows and understand non
Of the limping walks of this life
In the world that left me behind life
Of young age but old ways
Obsolete and discarded
I'm a local boy who knows and understand non
A shabby bird will chirp to my ears.

But the Sun knows I don't personate
And the Moon too can testify
Of who I'm not, I will never be one
As the sunflower will always be one
With no shame, but grateful to God
For living in the fence, is my portion to live
I don't personate
For my garment isn't of complaisant.




© Yasir Iliyas Sulaiman