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Zainab Salim Poem
I'm not getting any younger
My aim now is to live longer
To do as much as possible of good deeds
& to stay far away from all what God forbids
I'm not getting any younger
Nor am I getting older
I still can fall in love, as love is innocent
And age is just a number
I'm not getting any younger
To my mom I'll always be a baby
So I still can laugh out loud
Until now while watching Tom and Jerry
I'm not getting any younger
I know my life can end anytime but my life is not yet over
So I have all the right to have every kind of fun
To smile all the time and have a good life like everyone
I'm not getting any younger
So I still can change for better
I'm a bad person that's what people think but it doesn't matter
Just wait and watch all who were blind will see soon or later
I'm not getting any younger
And yes I haven't stop dreaming as I'm still a dreamer
As still some of my dreams are unfulfilled
But I believe in God, as surely one day God will grant my prayer.
Copyright © Zainab 28 Dec 08
Copyright © Zainab Salim | Year Posted 2009
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Zainab Salim Poem
As a sensitive personality I hold….
I tend to be easily hurt
I feel the deep pain a lot
When the close one hurt’s me most
Deep sadness and very cold
I tend to wet my eyes
Flu I suddenly develop
Migraine becomes the ruler of my head
When no one is bothered to watch
I cry loud but still no one hears my voice
Searching for that big hug
That once was given to me, without begging when I was a child
But wherever I glance now, all the doors are closed
Too say sad to say even windows are shut
It’s tiring to be blamed and be proved wrong every time
It's boring to say sorry when you are not suppose to
I need to take a deep breath
Before I make a wish
Where can I find a lovely world?
Which I would completely fit in
Tired of cleaning the floor which everyday get's dust
only when they need me they wear their innocent masks
And later say those are little things
She herself is making it look big
Everyday I forgive but until when
How sad I tend to be, it’s hard to explain
when someone hurts my heart it feels as if a needle is inserted
No matter how hard I try to forget and not to cry,
It is the more cry……
Copyright © 2010 Zainab Salim
Copyright © Zainab Salim | Year Posted 2012
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