Hope
And what's it behind my tears?
Not for dear,
Not for death,
Not for fear,
Not for earth.
And what's it behind my smile?
Not for long
Not for hurt
Not for love,
Not for cut.
Now i got to know, when i weep,
I did that alone
When i laugh and the whole world laugh with me.
And what's for my keen heart?
If not for your adorable face,
If not for your kooky anger.
What's it? If not for your lanky pretty shapes
If not for your non complete attitude, mediocre.
Let me write, write and write until you are found of my words
Let me cry, cry and cry until you are found of nothing other than my tears.
Maybe by chance, I will be loved.
Copyright © Umar Faruq | Year Posted 2020
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