The
frogs have gone
Once
they were the catch
Now
they are forgotten
Maybe
sleeping with the millions
They
croak with joy
No
hard work no campaign
They
enjoy the dip of the pool
Feeling
the world at their finger tips
They
forget the age old saying
In
the next life we have to pay
What
we do in our present life
The
good and bad we do will be judged
Now
as we wake up tomorrow
The
day of our choice and recognition
This
is “Ini kalilah!”
Bee
Anne has to go
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