Run, Run, Run

Run, run, run

Where the water runs

Summer rains came

After the long wait

          Run, run, run 

Aah, glee entered.

into grain fields.

Don't look behind

It's my mother.

She rushes with my 

forgothen lunch 

        Run, run, run 

Where the water runs 

Don't look behind

It's our duck.

With her duckings.

       Run, run, run

Don't look behind 

It's someone 

may be a drunken

fell on the road 

a hundred tonne

     Run, run, run

©Poet Affaq