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PAIN BEHIND MY EYE
Truly speaking, I love my God
I like his men
And cherish my kith
With love not so strong
Truly speaking, I have my pain
And a times my joy
And many times my breath
Is choking
Truly speaking this my pain
And this my joy
Kept apart speaks to couth
My mind to learning
Truly speaking words are words
As pain is pain
Look at the mirror
You will see my pain
This pain, truly speaking
Is behind my eye
Which I try hiding
With no pleasure
I wish not say
As you might run
As others did
From me away
I am not a disease
Neither a beggar
Not part o f ills of life
But common-poor man
A common-poor man
Has no joy
Nor pleasure
Saved pain
Which always as ever
He tries to hide
Behind the eye
Truly speaking.
AMINU M. HUSSAIN
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PAIN BEHIND MY EYE
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