Shed
The trees shed their tears
When it comes to you
I don’t know how many years
Will it be true?
I mustered my courage to open the door
Remove the door, take mine instead
I don’t know how much more
Will I have to give you, tea and bread?
I take your words as a gift of life
A gift of happiness, a gift of remembrance
I don’t know how much more knife
Will you have to throw to me, in distance?
I shed my tears when I come to you
Your words cut my heart in half,
I wrote this poem to make a clue
Of where is my outgoing laugh
The cloud is blue and white,
The sun is glowing bitterly
I wrote this poem in the night
That I despair my love, thoroughly
The nonsense I made in this life
When it comes to your heart
I thought you and I could strive
When will it be an art?
Copyright © Abdu Muhaimin Hashim | Year Posted 2016
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