“Baba and I are best friends
We often play and laugh till late
In his arms I felt like a king
Near his heart, I touched the moon”
But, once upon a freaky nightmare
Zipped out in a dark and eery night
Landed upon his Holy-Land
Ogres of death kidnapped his heart
Snatched it off and left a void
He holds on mama tight and weeps
Baba is gone, don’t leave me alone
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This is crazy even for them.
http://www.intellihub.com/red-heifer-discovered-major-obstacle-rebuilding-jewish-temple-removed/
https://www.templeinstitute.org/red_heifer/introduction.htm
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Hi.. Assalamu’alaykum..
This poem is very good..May I put in my facebook wall, mentioning the writer and this website address?
Just line no. 11, should it be “I hold on mama tight and weep”? Thanks.
Best wishes..
Adhi
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