A Stolen Heart
Dangling and tangling in pain
Blood blowing, chest in vain
Beneath a plant falling apart
Looking for my stolen heart
Lonely living I am alone
Then I feel, then I hear, then I behold
Voice of Bird from flower bone
As if a Bird, liken woman, liken not
A human, but an angel O
Head I nod of a wonder note
"A Cuckoo liken a woman curl!
A nightingale, or a Cuckoogirl!!"
Do you know what? Then she go
Flying above, I follow her, then I told;
No an inch I will give to thee
Stopping not, you I see, liken my love
What do laymen, know of my dove???
Of fervent face, its face, I trace
I gap, I gape, liken a woman face
Flying above the more I see
The more I see moon in her
Close she becomes when I stop
But when I close, her to the top
Up she goes- very far-
Deep I go, deep she goes, with my ink
And a blood, what do all think?
Of her wing, Poetry Book
Crimson cover like crimson lips
Made, of rose, and cotton tips
Behold her lips I and look
Controlling them, liken "Salam
Slim boy, sweet, simple still
I'm not a thief, how can I steal?"
Then she goes, too I lam
What a bird with a woman life!
Yes a woman, but a woman of a rare type
Rare school, rare class, rare feature
Lively past, lively front, lively future
Flying bird, said is not a thief
The more I go, the more she lift
Now it is at heaven door
Woman I see outdoor
Holistic, liken Hurul Ein
Close she comes to take me in
As I stop full of doubt, hands she gets
And catches mine, beneath her chest
Places them, then she asked
What do I feel? "A heart beat" I marked
So stab my jaw, she, a frowning lead
On her face, then she said;
"That's a heart of a stolen boy
And all of him, now become my joy
As become my joy, love me more
Stealing you become, my core"
Copyright © Hamza Hamza | Year Posted 2020
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