ADZAN
one day, its hard to hear the call to prayer I'm looking at the park, on the front page, on the road only the towering buildings and the thud of the music sounded only bikini woman and naked chest man brings surfboard passing trough the road Where is the call to prayer, God? I whispered question in orange twilight I turned the radio to find the call prayer Faint sound, arise and sink Impose dew in the sense drain sense of cool, fresh and comfortable In seconds, i feel as if adzan slapped me Reminds me of the days of the call for prayer I ignored The days when the Adzan is played from all the corners of my town births

