NKINDA MASHAKA KHAMIS
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NKINDA MASHAKA KHAMIS
Just like little kids,
They forget when they fight
Be it the same when we fight
Oh! My rib, we forget
And let the day pass
Care not the pain
When we fight
Our game of fight
Be it just-
Like that of innocent kids.
When we fight,
We allow our mind to forget.
Is that not the fact sweetheart
For us to be bright and Smart?