By M. Taha Effendi
Countless days came and passed,
each day in misery spent.
every day I live as my last,
since the day you are absent.
Each day I hope of your return,
I find my hopes desert me.
To bear this pain the more i yearn,
the more it grows to hurt me.
I tried to live. I tried in vain,
my efforts bore no fruit.
I fell apart living in pain,
but my love stood resolute.
Then late one night I cried to God,
tears streaming down my cheeks.
Please hear my plea, I beg you Lord,
I've starved myself for weeks.
If you must then change my fate,
please let me be with her.
For this long and futile wait,
proves too much for me to bear.
Rid me of this suffering,
my fate rests in your hand.
For i exist as something,
that is neither dust nor sand.
Comfort me with a lie if you must,
so i wont writhe again.
Or tell the truth so i may just,
end these throes of pain.
Death will be my solace,
when such agony is rife.
I'll surrender to its sweet embrace,
to end my wasted life.
I cried to God with all my heart,
I begged for her in one last breath.
For being alive while torn apart,
is a fate worse than death.
Copyright © Mohammad Taha Effendi