Poem: Loiness

 Bismillah, 

As I go into the grasslands of Africa, 

What I saw was a pride. 

The lionesses were hunting, 

With the loin resting. 

The lionesses jumped, 

On the zebras that were their hunt. 

I heard a dreadful shriek, 

And that was the end of them. 

The loin came, 

And they enjoyed the feast, 

But who had hunted? 

The lioness, of course! 

So this is how it goes, 

In the grasslands of Africa, 

The lioness hunts, 

While the loin watches. 

Ok now, see you tomorrow inshallah, 

Salam. 

Sidra khan