I've seen a penguin inside
he wants to fly, he falls!
Like an ostrich outside,
poor bird, afoul to tight stalls

It's been crucified on a cross
the raged in love with a little pigeon
it's so sad, staring at the moon
an eagle in the muggy mood of prison

I don't want to say this dark,
but I've seen in a very dark walk side
faces were holding their hands
but shadows were strapping knifes

A man walks, he doesn't cry
but smoke goes sometimes to eyes
sometimes curtains come alone
but in the cage the grief always flies

I close my eyes sometimes
I see an snowman who cries
there is a crow on a wheelchair
but the scarecrow for a cane dies...

Hamid