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Sep 2018
When he told them
he’s still the boy
who chased a maverick dream
riding on the wings of a wild wind
across the galaxies, scooping diamond dust
from the milky ways
to mix enchanting reds
to colour anew
the rays of the morning sun – they didn’t believe him.

When he told them
he’s still the boy
who waded through the dark mist
of a coal-black sky
searching for the sparkle of the glittery stars
to brighten the glow of the fireflies
in his tree house - they didn’t believe him.

When he told them
he’s beyond the tentacles of change,
scripted in immortality - they laughed at him.

How he’ll convince them, he wondered!
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     ---, Rose and Salmabanu Hatim
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