Listening to the pleasant world I say,
Is it that the one to flow through the way?
It looks dark , when I look at the sky ,
The dogs bark , I saw birds to fly ,
I myself ask me 'why' ?
Looking at you it make me shy,
I always wonder to lie by,
Remember that I have some spy,
Climbing through hills,
I wanna go high,
But you pushed me ,
Again to lie ,


I look confusionally at your eye,
You say,
Don't look at me if you go for high.


© Naima