'A PROMISING LETTER TO MY OLDEN DAYS' BY ABU QAANIT.

At the blossom florescent of the evening crush;

receiving pages of memories that flank to catch;

when kid I was before spotted the sunning shade to creche;

then I envisage a day I was twice of three in moisture push;

The bald sand

that gathered us to play

like lethal thorn of lighting;

forgetting we have a morrow to catch;

no desist could replicate;

the smiles we shared.

Many an epoche takes turn to patches;

a great kid that knows no morrow in cries;

sucking at the avenging mom of Everytime;

that takes no blame to any slashes of torn in mould of dime;

a ranching gathering I was within ;

pray; it's more of height that changes

In my twinkle set of days;

I crossed my arms;

to path a way I promised;

to those eyes that saw me prayed;

as a crier casting spells of attraction;

stars, setting for a blue night,

dreams dialing for reality;

speed waiting for the end blow.

ABU QAANIT.

The poet personae remembers his beautiful and painful past and assures his worries that he will make them fine by fulfillment.