Poems from Bilal
The Summer gust is
Twirling and twinkling chimes from
The East to the West.
The cold Winter night
Triumphs everything except
The hot Summer day.
I have waited for the world to change,
So I can stop universal pain.
Pollution is never the clean solution.
Littering just brings...
To flee, or not to flee--that is the question:
Whether ‘tis cowardly to escape from the
Clutches of death, danger, and my own brigade
Or...
Love, what is it?
Is it a flower that nascents in the night?
Or, is it an emotion that you just must commit?
Love oh love, is like...