Shinning glitters, dont a treasure make,
Nor iron bars, a cage.
Appealing to nature with forms and gaze,
Our folly, throughout our days.
Not at the top, the strength rests on the base.
Neither the colour, purity relies on the taste.
Forget the phase.
Rely on the pace.
With that you hold the ace.
I rest my case.
Ashraf’s scribbles using words to save save the world