The roar of a new born.
The shrillness in its voice
Yet filled with joy of others.
You hear a background music.
The applause amongst the clamours.
Room occupied with mirth
Yet an air of despondency.
You hear a background music.
The mourning leaves during the moonlight chill.
The white shrouds covering the ground
Yet a blow of malicious grin through the gloomy night.
You hear a background music.
©aamnaabdin
