It's a time when the moon glows,
Night hush and the Stars bush.
I set for my lesson,
But thinking about my passion.
A poem is strolling
My tongue is reading,
But the rod is shining
And my mom is chiding.
Tomorrow will be my exam
Have a radio program,
Counting 100 dirhams
But can't fill the album.
What to do now?
Bed is my fellow,
So, take the soft pillow
And let the dream flow.